old Moodie an able assistant. Captain Cranfield had to bring his
labors of love to an end, and Lord Strathern celebrated the event by
feasting a large party of his friends.

While the company was assembled, Lady Mabel led a party of the first
comers through the apartments, to admire the results of the labor and
taste bestowed upon them. Some of the more prying peeped into the
kitchen to see what was going on there.

"I am glad to see," said Captain Hatton, "that though this is a
monastic house, and this a fast day, we shall not have to dine
orthodoxly, on _bacalhao_ and _sardinhas_."

"Nor be bored with the long Latin grace," said Major Warren, "which
the very walls of the refectory are tired of hearing and not
understanding."

"Would rendering it into English reconcile you to its length?" asked
Lady Mabel.

"Not in the least. I think nothing so heterodox as a long grace, while
soup and fish grow cold."

"I am told," said Lady Mabel, ascending to the apartment above, "that
this was the abbot's own room."

"That is very likely," said Captain Hatton, "from its neighborhood to
the kitchen."

"It is not exactly the apartment," she continued, "which I would