quarters at least of the entire function will be occupied by that. With that the ceremoniarii will not interfere, beyond seeing that the insignia are ready in the vestries and properly put on. The proper officials will conduct the rest.... I need not speak of that then. The difficulties begin with the last quarter."
He paused, and with a glance of apology began arranging forks and glasses before him on the cloth.
"Now here," he said, "we have the old sanctuary of the abbey. In the place of the reredos and Communion table there will be erected the large altar of which the ritual speaks, with the steps leading up to it from the floor. Behind the altar—extending almost to the old shrine of the Confessor—will stand the pedestal with the emblematic figure upon it; and—so far as I understand from the absence of directions—each such figure will remain in place until the eve of the next quarterly feast."
"What kind of figure?" put in the girl.
Francis glanced at her husband.
"I understand that Mr. Markenheim has been consulted," he said. "He will design and execute them. Each is to represent its own feast. This for Paternity——"
He paused again.
"Yes, Mr. Francis?"
"This one, I understand, is to be the naked figure of a man."
"A kind of Apollo—or Jupiter, my dear," put in Oliver.
Yes—that seemed all right, thought Mabel. Mr. Francis's voice moved on hastily.
"A new procession enters at this point, after the dis-
