'She's terrible,' said Maude.

'Did I understand you to say, sir,' asked the American, 'that it was
this lady who beheaded the other lady, Queen of Scotland, whom we saw
'way back in the other compartment?'

'Yes, sir, she did.'

'Well, I guess if there was any beheading to be done, this was the
lady to see that it was put through with promptness and despatch.
Not a married lady, I gather?'

'No, sir.'

'And a fortunate thing for somebody. That woman's husband would have
a mean time of it, sir, in my opinion.'

'Hush, poppa,' said the two daughters, and the procession moved on.
They were entering the inner chapel of all, the oldest and the
holiest, in which, amid the ancient Plantagenet kings, there lies
that one old Saxon monarch, confessor and saint, the holy Edward,
round whose honoured body the whole of this great shrine has
gradually risen. A singular erection once covered with mosaic work,
but now bare and gaunt, stood in the centre.

'The body of Edward the Confessor is in a case up at the top,' said
the guide. 'This hollow place below was filled with precious relics,
and the pilgrims used to kneel in these niches, which are just large
enough to hold a man upon his knees. The mosaic work has been picked