"Then wilt thou not be a true follower of the Lamb of God, who, when He was reviled, reviled not again, but committed Himself unto Him that judgeth righteously." "Saints be with you!" said Anania, lifting the latch, and intercepting a response from Haimet which might have been somewhat incisive. "I declare, I'm just killed with the heat!" "I should have guessed you were alive, from the look of you," returned Derette calmly. "So you're going into the anchorhold, I hear?" said Anania, fanning herself with her handkerchief. "If Romund can obtain it for me." "Oh, he has; it's all settled. Didn't you know? I met Mabel in Saint Frideswide's Street [which ran close to the north of the Cathedral], and she told me so.--Aunt Isel, I do wonder you don't look better after that young woman! She'll bring Romund to his last penny before she's done. That chape [a cape or mantle] she had on must have cost as pretty a sum as would have bought a flock of sheep. I never saw such extravagance." "The money's her own," responded Isel shortly. "It's his too. And you're his mother. You never ought to let her go on as she does." "Deary me, Anania, as if I hadn't enough to do!" "Other folks can slice ham and boil cabbage. You've got no call to neglect your duty. I can tell you, Franna's that shocked you don't speak to the girl; and Turguia was saying only the other day, she didn't believe in folks that pretended to care so much for their children, and let other folks run 'em into all sorts of troubles for want of looking after a bit. I'll tell you, Aunt Isel--" "Anania, I'll tell _you_," cried Isel, thoroughly put out, for she was hot and tired and not feeling strong, "I'll tell you this once, you're a regular plague and a mischief-maker. You'd make me quarrel with all the friends I have in the world, if I listened to you. Sit you down and rest, if you like to be peaceable; and if you don't, just go home and give other folks a bit of rest for once in your life. I'm just worn out with you, and that's the honest truth." "Well, to be sure!" gasped the porter's wife, in high dudgeon and much amazement. "I never did--! Dear, dear, to think of it--how ungrateful folks can be! You give them the best advice, and try to help them all you can, and they turn on you like a dog for it! Very well, Aunt Isel; I'll let you alone!--and if you don't rue it one of these days, when your fine lady daughter-in-law has brought you down to beggary for want of a proper word, my name isn't Anania--that's all!"