But when, presently, he had leisure to gossip, he told me one piece of news which moved me not a little.
It was that Sorley Boy, being now an old man and broken down in spirit, longed for his lost son, Sir Ludar, as eagerly as he had hated him not long since.

He lived a restless life at Dunluce, often and again stalking abroad as of old, and seeming to expect him who was lost.

He had even made friends with Turlogh; and the only time that Captain Merriman had hung his head and slunk out of Castleroe, said Tom, was when the Lord of Dunluce came thither to visit his new ally.

So long as he stayed, the Captain found business elsewhere.
Sorley Boy, when at Castleroe, saw the maiden, who, after what had passed, scarcely durst meet him.

But by degrees her sweet, brave ways took the old man captive, and, ere he left, he knew her whole story, and loved her as if she were indeed already his daughter.
He well-nigh broke his truce with the O'Neill, because he would not permit the maid to visit Dunluce; for Turlogh (dreading, perhaps, the ill graces of the Captain), would not part with her from Castleroe.