“What, both stayed at home! O Aunt Isel, you have missed such a sight!”
“Well, you’ve got it, then, I suppose,” muttered Isel.
“I shall never forget it—not if I live to be a hundred.”
“Umph! Don’t think I shall neither.”
“Now, didn’t I tell you those foreigners were no good? Osbert always said so. I knew I was right. And I am, you see.”
“You’re standing in my light, Anania—that’s all I can see at present.”
Anania moved about two inches. “Oh, but it was grand to see the Council come out of Saint Mary’s! All the doctors in their robes, and the Bishops, and last the King—such a lovely shade his mantle was! It’s a pity the Queen was not there too; I always think a procession’s half spoiled when there are no ladies.”
“Oh, that’s what you’re clucking about, is it? Processions, indeed!”
“Aunt Isel, are you very cross, or what’s the matter with you?”
“She’s in pain, I fear,” said Flemild quickly.