"You agree with me upon that point?" said the Baron.
"Most certainly. Proceed."
"Well, I'm going to see that he gets nothing but the cider and small beer after this."
"But how will you prevent him, if he visit your cellar again?" Father Anselm inquired.
"I shall change all the labels, in the first place," the Baron answered.
"Ha! vastly well conceived," said Father Anselm. "You will label your Burgundy as if it were beer."
"And next," continued Sir Godfrey, "I shall shift the present positions of the hogsheads. That I shall do to-day, after relabelling. In the northern corner of the first wine vault I shall"
Just as he reached this point, it was quite wonderful how strict an attention every monk paid to his words. They leaned forward, forgetting their dinner, and listened with all their might.
One of them, who had evidently received an education, took notes underneath the table.
