bounty of the departed lady, replied with tears and blessings. There
were not wanting the usual though incongruous accompaniments of such
a scene--the jugglers and mountebanks, who were playing their tricks
in one corner.

Within the hall, all was in sad, sober, and solemn array, contrasting
with the motley concourse in the court. Little Arthur, dressed in
black, stood by the side of his uncle, to receive the greetings of
his yeoman vassals, as they came in, one by one, with clownish
courtesy, but hearty respect and affection, and great satisfaction
at the unexpected appearance of the young Knight.

Next came in long file, mounted on their sleek mules, the twelve
monks of Glastonbury, whom the Knight and his nephew reverently
received at the door, and conducted across the hall to the chapel,
where the parish Priest, Father Cyril, and some of the neighbouring
clergy had been chanting psalms since morning light. On the way Sir
Eustace held some conference with the chief, Brother Michael, who
had come prepared to assist in conveying Arthur, if possible, to
Glastonbury, but was very glad to find that the Knight was able to
take upon himself the charge of his nephew, without embroiling the
Abbey with so formidable an enemy as Lord de Clarenham.

The next arrival was Sir Philip Ashton and his son, who could hardly
believe their eyes when Eustace met them. Leonard's manner was at
first cordial; but presently, apparently checked by some sudden
recollection, he drew back, and stood in sheepish embarrassment,
fumbling with his dagger, while Sir Philip was lavishing compliments
on Eustace, who was rejoiced when the sound of horses made it
necessary to go and meet Lord de Clarenham at the door. Arthur