brought any answer to his note to Mr. Knight, and she told him that
she had left it in the schoolroom, as she called the refectory,
because he was out.

"I hope he will get it," grumbled Mr. Blake. "One of my friends who is
coming down to-night thinks he understands architecture and I want the
parson to show him over the Abbey House. Indeed that's why he has
come, for you see he is an American who thinks a lot of such old
things."

"Well, it is beautiful, isn't it, Father?" she said. "Even I felt that
it would be easy to learn in that big old room with a roof like that
of a church."

An idea struck him.

"Would you like to go to school there, Isobel?"

"I think so, Father, as I must go to school somewhere and I hate those
horrible governesses."

"Well," he replied, "you couldn't throw inkpots at the holy Knight, as
you did at Miss Hook. Lord! what a rage she was in," he added with a
chuckle. "I had to pay her L5 for a new dress. But it was better to do
that than to risk a County Court action."

Then the carriage came and he departed.