"At Barcelona, on the 18th of January," David Colville repeated. "I had met him, for I also was journeying in Spain, three weeks before. I saw the end was near, and I stayed with him and tended him till he died."
"Where is he buried?"
"The Spaniards allow no burial to heretics, Madam—not more than they allow to a horse or a dog. He lies in a quiet meadow near the inn at Barcelona. I took care of that."
"Thank you!" murmured Celia; "but no burial-service—O Edward!"
The soft answer from David Colville almost startled her—"'Thy brother shall rise again.'"[[9]]
"Yes, I know," she said. "And you, Mr. Colville—you do not share your brother's philosophical views?"
"God forbid!" was the uncompromising reply. "I have yet hope that Arthur may see the error of his ways."
"May I ask if Mr. Arthur Colville is well?"
"I have not seen him for many years," said David. "Madam, may I ask, in my turn, if Patient Irvine be yet here? I think she would remember me as an old playmate of Ned and Philip, in the days long ago when we were all boys at Paris."
Patient received David Colville very affectionately, and his news very quietly.