The FindingThe fish was not dressed and not consumed; I commend the fact that they all found it unseemly to lard and devour the bearer of the key and that the gentlemen contented themselves with bread and wine. In the fisher’s poor soul would have been no room for grudge at the loss of the fish’s price, full as it was of dread lest he must ferry for ever between stone and strand because he had mistaken the holy man. Yet he got his money after all, for his guests large-heartedly insisted on paying, one way or another, for what they had ordered, and thus in this minor point the man found himself content, however much distress of another sort weighed him down.
The sheen of her faith round his wife’s head he regarded as her personal affair, entirely as the result of her fanaticism, which was
