"In the mean time, here is a cup of barley-broth for you.

You will find it do you good." While the man applied the cup to the poor porter's lips--for he would not unloose the straps, for fear of mischief--Leonard, who was sickened by the terrible scene around him, took his departure, and quitted the cathedral by the great western entrance.

Seating himself on one of the great blocks of stone left there by the workmen employed in repairing the cathedral, but who had long since abandoned their task, he thought over all that had recently occurred.

Raising his eyes at length, he looked toward the cathedral.

The oblique rays of the sun had quitted the columns of the portico, which looked cold and grey, while the roof and towers were glittering in light.