of the faith; and she has suffered much; but she is an excellent
woman, really excellent! Sir Philip, will you try this Lacrima
Christi?"

"Lacrima Christi!" exclaimed Duprez. "You do not surely get that in
Norway?"

"It seems strange, certainly," replied Mr. Dyceworthy, "but it is a
fact that the Italian or Papist wines are often used here. The
minister whose place I humbly endeavor to fill has his cellar
stocked with them. The matter is easy of comprehension when once
explained. The benighted inhabitants of Italy, a land, lost in the
darkness of error, still persist in their fasts, notwithstanding the
evident folly of their ways--and the Norwegian sailors provide them
with large quantities of fish for their idolatrous customs, bringing
back their wines in exchange."

"A very good idea," said Lorimer, sipping the Lacrima with evident
approval--"Phil, I doubt if your brands on board the Eulalie are
better than this."

"Hardly so good," replied Errington with some surprise, as he tasted
the wine and noted its delicious flavor. "The minister must be a
fine connoisseur. Are there many other families about here, Mr.
Dyceworthy, who know how to choose their wines so well?"

Mr. Dyceworthy smiled with a dubious air.

"There is one other household that in the matter of choice liquids
is almost profanely particular," he said. "But they are people who