"He's alive, I'm telling you—I've seen him with my own eyes."
"Where?"
"I went down to Patrick this morning to meet the priest coming up—but it's no priest at all—it's—it's—it's him."
Again Mona drew her breath audibly.
"Think what you are saying, Davy. If it should not be true! Oh, if you should be mistaken!"
"It's Bible truth, Mistress Mona—I'll go bail on it afore God A'mighty."
"The priest, you say?"
"Aw, lave it to me to know Mastha—I mean—him"
"I must go in, Davy. Good-night to you, and thank you—Good-night, and—" the plaintive tenderness of her voice broke down to a sob. "Oh, what can it all mean?" she exclaimed more vehemently.
Davy turned away. The low moan of the sea came up through the dark night.