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.

Janci sat still in his place, but he had laid aside his spoon and with wide eyes was staring ahead of him, murmuring, “It’s the pastor this time; I saw him—­just as I did the others.”

“Shepherd, the inn-keeper wants to see you, there’s something the matter with his cow.”  Count ——­ a young man, coming from the other direction and pushing in at the door past Margit, who stood there staring up the road.

Janci was so deep in his own thoughts that he apparently did not hear the boy’s words.  At all events he did not answer them, but himself asked an unexpected question—­a question that was not addressed to the others in the room, but to something out and beyond them.  It was a strange question and it came from the lips of a man whose mind was not with his body at that moment—­whose mind saw what others did not see.

“Who will be the next to go?  And who will be our pastor now?”

These were Janci’s words.

“What are you talking about, shepherd?  Is it another one of your visions?” exclaimed the young fellow who stood there before him.  Janci rubbed his hands over his eyes and seemed to come down to earth with a start.

“Oh, is that you, Ferenz?  What do you want of me?”

The boy gave his message again, and Janci nodded good-humouredly and followed him out of the house.  But both he and his young companion were very thoughtful as they plodded along the way.  The boy did not dare to ask any questions, for he knew that the shepherd was not likely to answer.  There was a silent understanding among the villagers that no one should annoy Janci in any way, for they stood in a strange awe of him, although he was the most good-natured mortal under the sun.