"Pious soul!" ejaculated Father Francis. "A thousand marks, she said—"
"If she did, I'll be shot!" said Guy de Montgomeri.
"—A thousand marks!" continued the Confessor, fixing his cold grey eye upon the knight, as he went on heedless of the interruption;—"a thousand marks! and as many Aves and Paters shall be duly said—as soon as the money is paid down."
Sir Guy shrank from the monk's gaze; he turned to the window, and muttered to himself something that sounded like "Don't you wish you may get it?"
The bell continued to toll. Father Francis had quitted the room, taking with him the remains of the holy oil he had been using for Extreme Unction. Everard Ingoldsby waited on him down stairs.
"A thousand thanks!" said the latter.
"A thousand marks!" said the friar.
"A thousand devils!" growled Sir Guy de Montgomeri, from the top of the landing-place.