"Whatever it is, it is now too late for thee to go away to-night."
"How glad I am! And perhaps it will rain to-morrow. I do wish it would, and then I couldn't leave thee. Dost thou think it looks like rain, Father Dicoll?"
Father Dicoll looked up.
"No, I can't say I think it does. The sun seems to me to be setting beautifully."
And now brother Corman was coming nearer; they could hear the splash of his oars, and he seemed to be singing.
Ædric was all impatience to know what was to happen to him, but walking was yet far too painful, so he had to master his eagerness until Corman got nearer. But at last he could stand it no longer, and called out:
"Am I to go to-morrow?"
Brother Corman ceased his chaunt and his rowing, and turned round; but all he said was:
"Wait till I get on shore."
"How provoking he is! Why can't he tell me at once?"