"Thank you," I replied. "I take hints on occasion. And my name is Adam. That is a hint too. If you can reconcile the use of it with the respect due to age,—to a man too old to fight,—I shall be glad. It is a very old name and quite respectable."
She nodded and laughed. "Thank you, Adam. But you were going to ask me something."
"I was going to ask you, Elizabeth, if you know what has become of Bobby. We haven't seen him for a long time."
The pools flashed and sparkled once more. "Why do you ask me? Am I Bobby's keeper?"
"You seemed to be. And you transferred him, and we haven't seen him since."
"Captain Fergus transferred him. I have no doubt that he will turn up in time."
Eve had finished with the stockings, and she came and sat down again upon her stone, while the children splashed noisily into that foot of water. Tidda had a stout stick, and she began immediately to poke about with it.
"Who will turn up in time?" asked Eve. "What are you talking about?"
"Bobby," I answered. "I wish I could share Elizabeth's faith. I must notify Bobby."