'It Was a Strange Old Relic,' He Said

Baldwin was almost too good a man for the cloisters. With so much shrewdness, he should have been a courtier. He takes his fasting wonderfully well. And by that saintly band, he has even a touch of colour in his cheeks - unless these flickering lights play my eyes a trick. The portly abbot whistled as though he were on a country green. In a moment he turned again, thou didst not tell me the date of this old fellow'. Heaven forgive me of this blessed martyr's sleep.