midday
Father Ambrose , who , in the midst of luxury and plenty , lived with the abstemiousness of an anchorite , and always partook of his scant refreshment alone in his cell , was invited by the Archbishop to a seat at the table in the dining-hall . `` So long as you cast no look of reproach upon me for my enjoyment of Sayn 's most excellent cuisine , and my appreciation of its unequaled cellar , I shall not comment on your dinner of parched peas and your unexhilarating tankard of water . Besides , I wish to consult with Ambrose the librarian of Sayn , touching the archives of this house , rather than with Ambrose the superintendent of farms , or Father Ambrose the monk . '' During the midday meal the Archbishop led , and at times monopolized , the conversation . `` While you were under the tutelage of the good Sisters at Nonnenwerth Convent , Hildegunde , the Abbess frequently spoke of your proficiency in historical studies . Did you ever turn your attention to the annals of your own House ? '' `` No , Guardian .