"In good sooth, thou canst govern the cadence well. Thou hast more skill of love than thine age befits. But, mayhap, 'tis thy vocation, boy. Hast thou had visitors betimes this morning!"
"None, good master, but Kelly."
"What of him?"
"
Some business that waited your return. I thought you had knowledge of the matter."
"Are there any clients astir so early at his chamber, thinkest thou?"
"None, save the rich merchant that dwells hard by, Cornelius Ethelstoun."
"Cornelius!" repeated the cavalier, in a disturbed and inquiring tone—"hath he departed?"
"Nay, I heard not his footsteps since I watched the old man tapping warily at the prophet's door."
Rodolf hastily replaced his hat, and his short and impatient rap was heard at the seer's chamber.