Margaret shook her head. “Ay, we are wading in deep waters, my poor babe and me.”
It was Saturday night and no Luke.
“Poor Luke!” said Margaret. “It was very good of him to go on such an errand.”
“He is one out of a hundred,” replied Catherine warmly.
“Mother, do you think he would be kind to little Gerard?”
“I am sure he would. So do you be kinder to him when he comes back! Will ye now?”
“Ay.”
THE CLOISTER
Brother Clement, directed by the nuns, avoided a bend in the river, and striding lustily forward, reached a station some miles nearer the coast than that where Luke lay in wait for Gerard Eliassoen. And the next morning he started early, and was in Rotterdam at noon. He made at once for the port, not to keep Jerome waiting.
He observed several monks of his order on the quay; he went to them; but Jerome was not amongst them. He asked one of them whether Jerome had arrived? “Surely, brother, was the reply.