Whether it was she I know not certainly, but I do know that in the church I saw her.

She cannot be within your dwelling without your knowledge; if she be here--then I have found her, my journey is ended, my wanderings have led me home at last.

If she be not here, if I have been mistaken, I entreat you to let me set eyes on that other whom I mistook for her, to forgive then my mannerless intrusion and to let me go." Unorna had listened with half-closed eyes, but with unfaltering attention, watching the speaker's face from beneath her drooping lids, making no effort to read his thoughts, but weighing his words and impressing every detail of his story upon her mind.

When he had done there was silence for a time, broken only by the plash and ripple of the falling water.
"She is not here," said Unorna at last.

"You shall see for yourself.
There is indeed in this house a young girl to whom I am deeply attached, who has grown up at my side and has always lived under my roof.