"Monica said it was the one in the small side chapel," replied Lindsay. "Shall we go and look at it?"
What an old monument it was! Four centuries had passed away since it was placed over those who slept beneath. The carving was chipped and the marble scratched; part of Sir Roger's head was broken away, and one of poor Dame Catharine's clasped hands; and the letters of the inscription were so worn and effaced that it was with difficulty the girls could make out even a few words.
"It's in Latin, so we couldn't have understood it in any case," said Lindsay.
"How funny her costume is!" said Cicely. "She has a coif on her head, and very long sleeves; and he is in full armour. It makes them seem much more real people when we know their story."
"Can you imagine them living at the Manor?"
"I can hardly believe there was ever a fight going on inside this church."
"And people killing one another!"
"I suppose Sir Mervyn ran through this door up into the tower."
"I wonder if the stain is still on the bell?" said Lindsay.
"The story was that nothing could ever take it off."