CHAPTER III.
BROTHER COPAS HOOKS A FISH.
"Well," said Brother Copas, "since the fish are not rising, let us talk. Or rather, you can tell me all about it while I practise casting.… By what boat is she coming?"
"By the Carnatic, and due some time to-morrow. I saw it in the newspaper."
"Well?—" prompted Brother Copas, glancing back over his shoulder as Brother Bonaday came to a halt.
The bent little man seemed to have lost the thread of his speech as he stood letting his gentle, tired eyes follow the flight of the swallows swooping and circling low along the river and over the meadow-grasses.
"Well?—" prompted Brother Copas again.
"Nurse Branscome will go down to meet her."
"And then?—"
"I am hoping the Master will let her have my spare room," said Brother Bonaday vaguely.