But what certainly was not solemn, what was really comical, was the selection of music that was sometimes played during Mass or Benediction. Tunes from the Mikado and Pinafore were thought perfectly suitable, and one repented of one’s shortcomings to the gay strains of polkas and galops. One day when I was feeling absolutely indignant at the horrible discrepancy between the sacred words that had been said at the altar and the cats’-concert that had accompanied them, and just as I was about to give my opinion on the subject very plainly indeed, I was reduced to silence by a poor woman - one of the servants, I believe - who said with a happy little sigh : “Ay, que linda esta musica ! Da tanta devocion !”