Her curiosity would
not let her rest. "I hope His Reverence isn't ill again," she
remarked after a while. Janci did not hear her, for he was very
busy picking a fly out of his milk cup.
"Do you think Liska was going for the old man?" began Margit again
after a few minutes.
The "old man" was the name given by the people of the village, more
as a term of endearment than anything else, to the generally loved
and respected physician who was the head of the insane asylum. He
had become general mentor and oracle of all the village and was
known and loved by man, woman and child.
"It's possible," answered Janci.
"His Reverence didn't look very well yesterday, or maybe the old
housekeeper has the gout again."
Janci gave a grunt which might have meant anything. The shepherd
was a silent man. Being alone so much had taught him to find his
own thoughts sufficient company. Ten minutes passed in silence
since Margit's last question, then some one went past the window.
There were two people this time, Liska and the old doctor. They
were walking very fast, running almost. Margit sprang up and
hurried to the door to look after them.
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