no
longer applied to Juanita.

In a few moments the bishop joined them, and they all made their way down
the winding path. The bishop and Sarrion were to go by the midnight train
to Saragossa, while the carnage and horses were housed for the night at
the inn near the station, a mile from the gates; for this was a time of
war, and Pampeluna was a fenced city from nightfall till morning.

Marcos and Juanita reached the Calle de la Dormitaleria in safety,
however, and Juanita gave a little sigh of fatigue as they hurried down
the narrow alley.

"To-morrow," she said, "I shall think this has all been a dream."

"So shall I," said Marcos gravely.

He lifted her into the window, and she stood listening for a moment while
she took from her finger the wedding ring she had worn for half an hour
and gave it back to him.

"It is of no use to me," she said; "I cannot wear it at school."

She laughed, and held up one finger to command his attention.

"Listen!" she whispered. "Sor Teresa is still snoring."

She watched him bend the bars back again to their proper place.

"By the way," she asked him. "What was the name of the chapel where we
were married--I should like to know?"

Marcos hesitated a moment before replying.

"It is called Our Lady of the Shadows."

CHAPTER XVI

THE MATTRESS BEATER
Englishmen are justly proud of their birthright. The less they travel,
moreover, the prouder they are, and the stronger is their conviction that
England leads the world in thought and art and action.

They are quite unaware, for instance, that no country in the world is
behind England (unless it be Scotland) in a small matter that affects
very materially one-third of a human span of life, namely beds. In any
town of France, Germany or Holland, the curious need not seek long for
the mattress-maker. He is usually to be found in some open space at the
corner of a market-place or beneath an arcade near the Maine exercising
his health-giving trade in the open air. He lives, and lives bountifully,
by unmaking, picking over and re-making the mattresses of the people.
Good housewives, moreover, stand near him with their knitting to see that
he does it well and puts back within the cover all the wool that he took
out. In these backward countries the domestic mattress is remade once a
year if not oftener. In our great land there is a considerable vagueness
as to the period allowed to a mattress to form itself into lumps and to