"I know the eminence you refer to," replied Lorelie. "It is called Ormfell, that is, Orm's Hill; and therefore it cannot be Draco's tomb, otherwise it would be called Draconfell, or something similar."
Idris did not stop to show the fallacy of this mode of reasoning, but continued:—
"Has this hillock never been opened by the Earls of Ormsby to see what it contains?"
"Not that I am aware of."
It was strange, Idris thought, that while the tumulus had retained the true Norse name of the Viking, his descendants, the Ravengars, should have remembered him only by his Latinized name of Draco. This explained why Ormfell had never suggested itself to them as the tomb of their ancestor. In forgetting that he was likewise called Orm, they had unwittingly deprived themselves of an indication as to the place of the buried treasure.
Idris' musings were brought to an end by Lorelie's rising to take her departure, which caused him to murmur something about the sadness of parting.
"But if there were no parting there would never be the sweetness of meeting," was her reply.
Was this no more than a pretty saying on her part; or did she really look forward with pleasure to their next meeting?
Emboldened by her words he raised her hand to his lips before she was aware of his intention.