his tail and looked up at Paul with an offer of friendship in his eyes.
Antiochus was ready to open the door again and then returned to the dining-room to await orders. He was sorry for his mother, waiting in vain for the priest in the little room behind the bar, which had been specially cleaned up for the occasion and the tray with glasses placed ready for the guest; but duty before all things and the visit would obviously be impossible that day.
"What must I prepare?" he asked, imitating the keeper's solemn tones. "Shall we take the umbrella?"
"What are you thinking of! I am going on horseback and you need not come at all. I could take you up behind me, however."
"No, I will walk, I am never tired," urged the boy, and in a few minutes he was ready, with a little box in his hand and his red cope folded over his arm. As far as he was concerned, he would have liked to take the umbrella too, but he was obliged to obey superior orders.
Whilst he was waiting for the priest in front
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