As they passed out of Court, Mr. Stigma said to his clients,
"Quite as I anticipated; you remember I told you so in my
Opinion."
VII.--A Protestor, but not a Protestant.
The infant Ambrosius and his conductors could scarcely reach the
convent in safety. The building showed few windows to the
street, but they were all broken. What might have happened in a
few days, but that Ginx's Baby took the matter into his own
hands, none can say.
The treatment to which the little saint was subjected soured his
temper. His kind nurses had choked him twice a day with incense,
and now he had inhaled for seven hours the air of the Queen's
Bench. On his return to the convent he was hastily fed, and
carried to the chapel to give thanks for the victory of the day.
Wrapped in a handsome chasuble, they laid him on the steps of the
altar. In the most solemn part of the service he coughed, and
grew sick. The chasuble was bespattered. When the officiating
priest, to save that garment, took the child in his arms, he
nefariously polluted the sacerdotal vestments and the altar
steps. Then he kicked toward the altar itself, roared lustily,
and finally went into convulsions in Sister Suspiciosa's arms.
Like most women, the Lady Superior required her enthusiasm to be
fed with success.
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