“Domine, in Te speravi!” fell from his trembling lips, as if he scarcely realised what he was saying.
Belasez looked at him with an astonished expression. Whatever were the cause of his singular emotion, it was evidently neither understood nor shared by her.
With a manifest effort of self-control, Bruno recovered himself.
“Sit down, daughters,” he said: for all had risen in reverence to the priest: and he seated himself on the settle, whence he had a full view of Belasez.
“And what is thy name, my daughter?”
“Belasez, at your service.”
“And thy father’s name?”
“Abraham of Norwich, if it please you.”
“Abraham—of Norwich! Not—not the son of Ursel of Norwich?”
“The same.”