'You may make yourself one if you will. I will not speak a word to gain you. I have shown you work. Do something, and you are of Christ's Church.'
We were almost at the door of my lodging, and I was getting very weary in body, and indeed in mind, though I hope not in heart. Before we separated, I ventured to say,
'Will you tell me why you invited me to come and see you? Forgive my presumption, but you seemed to seek acquaintance with me, although you did make me address you first.'
He laughed gently, and answered in the words of the ancient mariner:—
'The moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.'
Without another word, he shook hands with me, and left me. Weary as I was, I stood in the street until I could hear his footsteps no longer.
CHAPTER IX. THE BROTHERS.
One day, as Falconer sat at a late breakfast, Shargar burst into his room. Falconer had not even known that he was coming home, for he had outstripped the letter he had sent. He had his arm in a sling, which accounted for his leave.
'Shargar!' cried Falconer, starting up in delight.