The fishmonger had been occupied the whole day before his departure in fishing, and had received no message from the friar! She then preferred her request, and having obtained a compliance with it, bade farewell to her daughter and the signora, promising a speedy return.
The journey was without accident; early in the morning they arrived at Pescarenico. Here Agnes took leave of her conductor, with many thanks for the obligation he had conferred on her; and as she was before the convent gates, she determined to speak with the good friar before she proceeded homeward. She pulled the bell—the friar Galdino, whom we may remember as the nut collector, appeared to answer it.
"Oh! good dame, what good wind brings you here?"
"I come to see Father Christopher!"
"Father Christopher? He is not here!"
"No? will it be long before he returns? Where is he gone?"
"To Rimini."
"To?"
"To Rimini."
"Where is that?"
"Eh! eh! eh!" replied the friar, extending his arms, as if to indicate a great distance.
"Miserable that I am! But why did he go so suddenly?"
"Because the father provincial would have it so."
"And why did they send away one who did so much good here? Oh! unhappy me!"
"If our superiors were obliged to give reasons for what they do, where would be our obedience, my good woman?"
"But this is such a loss!"
"Shall I tell you how it has happened? they have probably wanted a good preacher at Rimini; (we have them in every place to be sure, but sometimes a particular man is needed;) the father provincial of that place has written to the father provincial of this, to know if there were such a person in this convent; the father provincial re-
