Now that he knew it was not a deadly thing, the tightening in his chest was less uncomfortable.

He felt like getting up and meeting his visitors on his feet.

Every nerve in his body wanted action, and the minutes of silence which followed the closing of the door after the missioner were drawn out and tedious to him.

A quarter of an hour passed before he heard returning footsteps, and by the sound of them he knew Kedsty was not coming alone.

Probably le pere would return with him.