looked up in Sir Fulk's face, with a look in which curiosity and
defiance were expressed; while Fulk, on his side, was ready to
grind his teeth with vexation at the unexpected sight of the only
man who could interfere with his projects. Then he glanced at his
own numerous and well-appointed retinue, compared them with the
small number of the Lynwood vassals, and with another look at his
adversary's youthful and gentle appearance, he became reassured,
and returned his salutations with haughty ceremony.

The whole company moved in solemn procession towards the chapel,
where the mass and requiem were chanted, and the corpse of the Lady
Eleanor, inclosed in a stone coffin, was lowered to its resting-
place, in the vault of her husband's ancestors.

It was past noon when the banquet was spread in the hall; a higher
table on the dais for the retainers and yeomanry, the latter of whom
were armed with dagger, short sword, or quarter-staff.

Sir Philip Ashton and Brother Michael were chiefly at the expense of
the conversation, Eustace meanwhile doing the honours with grave
courtesy, taking care to keep his nephew by his side. There was
no one who did not feel as if on the eve of a storm; but all was
grave and decorous; and at length Brother Michael and the monks of
Glastonbury, rejoicing that they, at least, had escaped a turmoil,
took their leave, mounted their mules, and rode off, in all
correctness of civility toward the house of Lynwood, which, as
Eustace could not help feeling, they thus left to fight its own
battles.

"It waxes late," said Lord de Clarenham, rising; "bring out the