But there was another side to my residence at Our Lady of the Snows. At this late season there were not many boarders; and yet I was not alone in the public part of the monastery. This itself is hard by the gate, with a small dining-room on the ground-floor and a whole corridor of cells similar to mine upstairs. I have stupidly forgotten the board for a regular retraitant ; but it was somewhere between three and five francs a day, and I think most probably the first. Chance visitors like myself might give what they chose as a freewill offering, but nothing was demanded. I may mention that when I was going away, Father Michael refused twenty francs as excessive. I explained the reasoning which led me to offer him so much; but even then, from a curious point of honour, he would not accept it with his own hand. “I have no right to refuse for the monastery,” he explained, “but I should prefer if you would give it to one of the brothers.”