There is one grave yet unoccupied--one stone yet unfurnished with an effigy in brass." "Well!" said the Earl of Derby.
"When I sat in that stall, my lord," pursued Paslew, pointing to the abbot's chair; "when I was head of this church, it was my thought to rest here among my brother abbots." "You have forfeited the right," replied the earl, sternly.

"All the abbots, whose dust is crumbling beneath us, died in the odour of sanctity; loyal to their sovereigns, and true to their country, whereas you will die an attainted felon and rebel.

You can have no place amongst them.

Concern not yourself further in the matter.

I will find a fitting grave for you,--perchance at the foot of the gallows." And, turning abruptly away, he gave the signal for general departure.
Ere the clock in the church tower had tolled one, the lights were extinguished, and of the priestly train who had recently thronged the fane, all were gone, like a troop of ghosts evoked at midnight by necromantic skill, and then suddenly dismissed.