shoes, his wide-awake hat stuck under one
arm, and his stick under the other, while he holds his opera-glass
to his eyes. How he shuffles about to get the best point of sight,
quite indifferent as to clergy or laity! All that bell-ringing,
incense-flinging, and breast-striking is nothing to him: he has paid
dearly to be brought thither; he has paid the guide who is kneeling a
little behind him; he is going to pay the sacristan who attends him;
he is quite ready to pay the priest himself, if the priest would only
signify his wish that way; but he has come there to see that fresco,
and see it he will: respecting that he will soon know more than
either the priest or his worshippers. Perhaps some servant of the
church, coming to him with submissive, almost suppliant gesture, begs
him to step back just for one moment. The lover of art glares at
him with insulted look, and hardly deigns to notice him further:
he merely turns his eye to his Murray, puts his hat down on the
altar-step, and goes on studying his subject. All the world--German,
Frenchman, Italian, Spaniard--all men of all nations know that that
ugly gray shooting-coat must contain an Englishman. He cares for no
one. If any one upsets him, he can do much towards righting himself;
and if more be wanted, has he not Lord Malmesbury or Lord Clarendon
at his back? But what would this Englishman say if his place of
worship were disturbed by some wandering Italian?

It was somewhat in this way with Miss Todd. She knew that what she
was about to do was rather absurd, but she had the blood of the Todds
warm at her heart. The Todds were a people not easily frightened, and
Miss Todd was not going to disgrace her lineage. True, she had not
intended to feed twelve people over a Jewish sepulchre, but as the
twelve people had assembled, looking to her for food, she was not the
woman to send them away fasting: so she gallantly led the way through
the gate of Jaffa, Sir Lionel attending her on a donkey.

When once out of the town, they turned sharp to the left. Their path
lay through the valley of Gihon, through the valley of Hinnom, down
among those strange, open sepulchres, deeply excavated in caves on
the mountain-sides--sepulchres quite unlike those below in the valley
of Jehoshaphat. There they are all covered, each stone marking a
grave; but here they lie in open catacombs--in caves, at least, of
which the entrance is open. The hardy stranger crawling in may lay
his hand wi