Blue Dick came back. He had executed his errand adroitly. The Custos was gone upon a journey; he had started exactly at the hour of daybreak.
“Goot!” said Jessuron; “but where is hish nephew?”
Blue Dick had seen Cynthia; and whispered a word in her ear, as the overseer had instructed him. She would come over to the penn, as soon as she could find an opportunity for absence from Mount Welcome.
“Goot!” answered the Jew. “But where is Mashter Vochan? where hash he betaken himshelf?”
“Where?” mentally interrogated Judith, as the noonday sun saw the black clouds coursing over her brow.