Now there are eight sets of rooms, each with its demure tenant, all of whom troop into the little chapel at fixed hours.

Mrs.
Evans, sacristan, who does the honours, would tell me nothing as to the process of selection by which she and the seven other occupants came to be living there; all that she could say was that she was very happy to be a Hospitaller, and that by no possibility could one of the little domiciles ever fall to me.
[Illustration: _The Ruined Nave of Boxgrove._].