Mara's eyes filled with tears.
"Could these priests not be persuaded to let her come in just for a moment?"
"Milena is too ill to come here; in fact——"
"Is she dead?" asked the young man.
"No, not dead, but as ill as Uros himself is."
"What is the matter with her?" asked Milenko.
Mara whispered something in the young man's ear.
Danilo Kvekvic had left the sufferer to attend to his own duties. All the monks of the convent had, one by one, come to recite an orison by the bedside, as at some miraculous shrine; then Uros was left to the care of his parents; even the old monk, after administering to the young man's wants, had gone to take some rest.
For some time the room was perfectly quiet; Mara and Milenko were whispering together in subdued tones; the pobratim's fathers stood outside.
After a little while Uros began to be delirious, and to speak about
Radonic and Vranic, who were going to kill Milena.