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murmured Brother Copas . `` And I set out this morning to get her taught to despise us ! '' Meanwhile certain small events not unconnected with this history were happening at St. Hospital . At ten o'clock punctually Mr. Colt waited on the Master . This was a part of the daily routine , but ninety-nine times in a hundred the Chaplain 's report resolved itself into a chat on the weather , the Master 's roses , some recent article in the _ Church Times _ or the _ Guardian _ . The talk was never very strenuous ; for whereas Mr. Colt could never learn to distinguish one rose from another , on Church affairs or on politics the Master was hopelessly tolerant , antiquated , incurious even . What could one do with a dear old gentleman who , when informed of the latest , most dangerous promotion to a bishopric , but responded with `` Eh ?