There was not even a trace of drunkenness apparent.

The next morning the same scene was repeated with little difference, save that the crowd was rather greater, and a band of military music played in the market-place.

About noon the holy procession was seen coming down the winding road which leads from the convent to the town.

I had taken up my position on a roadside bank, and enjoyed a perfect view.

There were a number of shabby flags and banners preceded by a hundred able-bodied men dressed in dirty-white surplices, rather dirtier than the colour of their faces.