Ethel shook her head.
"Salve, domine," said Tozer, who at once plunged headlong into Latin.
"Salve bene," said the priest, in some surprise.
"Quomodo vales?" asked Tozer.
"Optime valeo, Dei gratia. Spero vos valere."
Tozer found the priest's pronunciation a little difficult, but managed to understand him.
"Domine," said he, "sumus viatores infelices et innocentes, in quos fures nuper impetum fecerunt. Omnia bona nostra arripuerunt—"
"Fieri non potest!" said the priest.
"Et omnes amicos nostros in captivitatem lachrymabilem tractaverunt—"
"Cor dolet," said the priest; "miseret me vestrum."