Though blind, he knew just where he could put his hand upon all his most cherished volumes, and woe betide any one who put a volume back in its wrong place!

Gabrielle rose, and, obtaining the steps, reached down the great leather-bound quarto book, which she carried to a reading-desk and at once searched the index.

The work was in Italian, a language which she knew fairly well; and after ten minutes or so, during which time the blind man continued slowly to trace the inscription with his finger-tips, she said, “Here it is, dad.  ’Rancia, near Cremona.  The religious brotherhood was founded there in 1132, and the Abbot Benedict was third abbot, from 1218 to 1231.  The church still exists.  The magnificent pulpit in marble, embellished with mosaics, presented in 1272, rests on six columns supported by lions, with an inscription:  “Nicolaus de Montava marmorarius hoc opus fecit.” Opposite it is the ambo (1272), in a simple style, with a representation of Jonah being swallowed by a whale.  In the choir is the throne adorned by mosaics, and the Cappella di San Pantaleone contains the blood of the saint, together with some relics of the Abbot Benedict.  The cloisters still exist, though, of course, the monastery is now suppressed.’”

“And this,” remarked Sir Henry, turning over the old bronze seal in his hand, “belonged to the Abbot Ambrose six hundred and fifty years ago!”

“Yes, dad,” declared the girl, returning to his side and taking the matrix herself to examine it under the green-shaded reading-lamp.  “The study of seals is most interesting.  It carries one back into the dim ages.  I hope the Professor will allow you to keep these casts for your collection.”

“Yes, I know he will,” responded the old Baronet.  “He is well aware what a deep interest I take in my hobby.”

“And also that you are one of the first authorities in the world upon the subject,” added his daughter.

The old man sighed.  Would that he could see with his eyes once again; for, after all, the sense of touch was but a poor substitute for that of sight!

He drew towards him the impression of the second of the oval seals.  The centre was divided into two portions.  Above was the half-length figure of a saint holding a closed book in his hand, and below was a youth with long hands in the act of adoration.  Between them was a scroll upon which was written:  “Sc.  Martine O.P.N.,” while around the seal were the words in Gothic characters: 

+ Sigil .  HEINRICHI .  PLEBANI .  D’ DOELSC’H +

“This is fourteenth century,” pronounced the Baronet, “and is from Dulcigno, on the Adriatic—­the seal of Henry, the vicar of the church of that place.  From the engraving and style,” he said, still fingering it with great care, now and then turning to the matrix in order to satisfy himself, “I should place it as having been executed about 1350.  But it is really a very beautiful specimen, done at a time when the art of seal-engraving was at its height.  No engraver could to-day turn out a more ornate and at the same time bold design.  Moyes is really very fortunate in securing this.  You must write, my dear, and ask him how these latest treasures came into his hands.”