"No harm in hoping," was the answer.
"Dear me, is something going to happen to us on the way?"
"Depends what you call 'us.'"
Coronel pushed back his chair and got up.
"I know what's going to happen to me," he said. "I'm going to sleep."
"Well," said Udo, getting up too, "we've got a long day before us to-morrow, and apparently we are in for an adventure—er, we are in for an adventure of some sort." He looked anxiously at the old woman, but she made no sign. "And so let's to bed."
"This way," said the old woman, and by the light of a candle she led them upstairs.
* * * * *
Udo slept badly. He had a feeling (just as you have) that something was going to happen to him; and it was with some surprise that he woke up in the morning to find himself much as he was when he went to bed. He looked at himself in the glass; he invited Coronel to gaze at him; but neither could discover that anything was the matter.
"After all," said Udo, "I don't suppose she meant anything. These old women get into a way of talking like that. If anybody is going to be turned into anything, it's much more likely to be you."