“You are as kind as you are good, Unorna, and as good as you are beautiful,” he said, and with a gesture which would have been courtly in a man of nobler stature, but which was almost grotesque in such a dwarf, he raised her fingers to his lips.
This time, no peal of laugher followed to destroy the impression he had produced upon Unorna. She let her hand rest in his a few seconds, and then gently withdrew it.
“I must be going,” she said.
“So soon?” exclaimed Keyork regretfully. “There were many things I had wished to say to you to-day, but if you have no time——”
“I can spare a few minutes,” answered Unorna, pausing. “What is it?”
“One thing is this.” His face had again become impenetrable as a mask of old ivory, and he spoke in his ordinary way. “This is the question. I was in the Teyn Kirche before I came here.”
“In church!” exclaimed Unorna in some surprise, and with a slight smile.
“I frequently go to church,” answered Keyork gravely. “While there, I met an old acquaintance of mine, a strange fellow whom I have not seen for years. The world is very small. He is a great traveller—a wanderer through the world.”
Unorna looked up quickly, and a very slight colour appeared in her cheeks.
“Who is he?” she asked, trying to seem indifferent. “What is his name?”