The latter was kind and gentle hearted, and loved his young kinsman too well to withstand his entreaties long; he felt his resolution waver, and strangely enough became a little irritated.
"By St. Bryde, of Douglas, I would we had never met," he exclaimed; "although Sir Patrick, the sequel might have been the worse for you."
"Where does she reside?"
"With the earl and countess," replied the abbot, briefly.
"Of course," said Gray, impatiently, "but, where are they?"
"In a house belonging to the Dyck Graf, and adjoining the great church and the college of canons. I am to-night to bring her—"
"Where, father—where?"
"To this church of St. Genevieve."
"Oh, how happy was the chance that brought me hither! You will allow me to go with you?"
"Impossible—never; by my habit, my order—"