CHAPTER IX.
BY MERE RIVER.
Brother Bonaday's heart-attacks, sharp while they lasted, were soon over.

Towards evening he had so far recovered that the Nurse saw no harm in his taking a short stroll, with Brother Copas for _socius_.
The two old men made their way down to the river as usual, and there Brother Copas forced his friend to sit and rest on a bench beside the clear-running water.
"We had better not talk," he suggested, "but just sit quiet and let the fresh air do you good." "But I wish to talk.

I am quite strong enough." "Talk about what ?" "About the child.

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