“I am, indeed. Tell me, hast thou yet heard aught of my brother Hubert?”
“Nought! I might say naught, so sad are the tidings a wandering palmer brought us,” and she told him the story of Charybdis.
“Lady,” he said, “I hope better things. Nay, I am persuaded his race is not yet run, and that I shall yet see him again in the flesh; weaned by much affliction from some earthly dross which yet encrusts his loving nature.”
“What reason hast thou to give?”
“Only a conviction borne upon me.”
“Wilt thou not return with me?”
“I may not. I have a mission at Mayfield, whither I am bound.”
“But thou wilt come soon?”
“On Sunday, if I may, I will preach in the chapel of thy castle.”
Need we add how eagerly the offer was accepted? So they parted for the time.