But, if this sweetened the smell to him, it was lost on the ladies, and Thestylis was still to them a smoky old woman, frying, marvelously, ill-odored sausages.  Their host disappeared for a few minutes, and then returned, no longer in dishabille, but in full dress, as if going to the next town on some high festival.  This was evidently in honor of his guests.  It was growing dark, and he now lit a lantern hanging against the wall.  Within the lantern, and behind the lamp, a little image of some saint was seen shedding his benignant influence over the household.  The hastily prepared meal was now ready.  This was no time or place for nice distinctions of rank, and, urged by their host, the whole party sat down together.  Besides the overpowering sausages, preserved fruits, honey, and black and white bread covered the table, with a pile of oranges just gathered from the boughs.  These last vanished rapidly before the thirsty travelers.  Their host seemed to think his more substantial fare neglected; and L’Isle took care to attribute it to their having dined too lately and heartily, to have yet recovered their appetites.

Lady Mabel, seeing Moodie at the end of the table, with his back to the dim light, eating almost in the dark, urged him to change his seat, and take one opposite to and close under the lamp.  Moodie looked askance at the saint, who was bestowing a benediction on those before him, and grumbled out, “Better to eat in the dark, than by the light of Satan’s lantern.”

“You are over scrupulous,” said Mrs. Shortridge:  “if these illuminated saints be one of Satan’s devices, I think it meritorious to turn them to a useful purpose, as was successfully done by a friend of mine residing in Lisbon.  Finding the lamp he had put before his door repeatedly broken—­for the Lisbon rabble love darkness better than light—­he bought a little image of St. Antony, and put it up behind it, and the saint’s presence seemed to paralyze the arms of the evil doers.”

“There is an inward and an outward light,” said Moodie, sententiously:  “your friend, wanting that inward light, chose, for a little personal convenience, to countenance a shining idolatry.”  Their host, gathering from their looks and gestures that they wanted more light, now brought in another lamp, which the ladies soon used to light them to the chamber allotted to them.  The girls went with them; and Lady Mabel, finding them loiter there, full of curiosity, and examining every article of dress and baggage with prying eyes, deliberately unpacked every thing she had with her, and induced Mrs. Shortridge, sleepy as she was, to do so too; then, giving them to understand that there was nothing more to be seen, politely turned them out of the room, that she might make more profitable use of the remaining hours of the night.  A chamber and bed were found for L’Isle, but Moodie and the servants had no better accommodations than mats spread on the floor of the larger room.  They had no sooner lain down than the rats overhead commenced their gambols, racing each other over the reeds which laid on the joists, formed the only ceiling to the room.  Their gymnastic sports brought down showers of dust and soot on the would-be sleepers below, who were already beset by certain rejoicing tribes, which seized the occasion to hold their carnival.