“It is over—you have done it! It was propitious?”
It was Ethne’s voice saying these words. She was breathless—quivering with excitement.
The man was breathless also, for he had been running.
“No—we were disturbed—”
“What! you have not divined?”
“Listen—we were disturbed—”
“You have not divined—you have not divined! What of your promises—did you not swear, last time we met, that you would not come again unless you had done it!” She tore at her flowing hair in her anger. “I tell you I must consult—I must know. There are a hundred things I want advice upon; you are all such dolts and thick-heads—”
“But I tell you—it is difficult—we were disturbed.”
“Disturbed! but you could wait and begin again!”
“We were afraid of discovery—we had to bury the body!”