“Well, well,” he said smiling, “send the child to me.”
Brigid entering anon saw a small tired-looking old man sitting in a chair, his face towards the window. On her entrance he turned, and she saw no fatigue in the blue eyes. Kneeling she kissed his hand. He murmured words of blessing. Then—
“Be seated, child,” he said.
He shifted his position, looked more directly at her.
“So thou hast left the Lady Isabel?”
“Aye, my Lord.”
“And for what reason?”
“Sir, she desired my services no longer.” Here was the same reply she had given to her aunt the Abbess.
The Cardinal put his hand up to his chin, looked at her very shrewdly.