He will owe you no mean thanks, Lazzaro." There was a pause.

I paced the chamber, a hundred thoughts crowding my mind, but overriding them all the conjecture of how far it might be from matins, and how soon we might be discovered by the monks.

Presently she spoke again.
"Lazzaro," she inquired very gently, "what was it brought you to the church ?" "I came with the others, Madonna, to the burial service," answered I, and fearing such questions as might follow--questions that I had been dreading ever since I had brought her to the sacristy--"If you are recovered we had best be going," I told her gruffly.
"Nay, I am not yet enough recovered," answered she.

"And before we go, there are some points in this strange adventure that I would have you make clear to me.

Meanwhile, we are very well here.