"Wait a moment," said the porter, "until I call one of the Fathers."

As Stanislaus waited, he kept asking himself, "What shall I do? What
shall I do now?" And for a little while he could not think clearly.
He felt almost sick. But he was not the kind to be discouraged long,
and before the porter returned with the Father he had made up his mind.

"Since Canisius is not in Augsburg, well, I'll go to whatever place
he is in.

The Father who came was all regrets. Canisius had gone to
Dillingen. But would not Stanislaus come in, and at least rest a
few days before seeking him further? No, Stanislaus was going on -
at once.

"How far is it?" he asked. "And can you point me out the road?"

"It is about thirty-five miles," the Father answered. "But you
can't go on this evening. You must be dreadfully tired."

Yes, he was tired, but not so tired that he could not go to Dillingen.

It is only a little way, after all," he said, smiling as he always
smiled. But he stopped to eat something with the Jesuits, both
because he was hungry, and because it would be discourteous to
refuse all their kind offers.

One of the lay-brothers had to go on business to Dillingen, so he
hastened to accompany Stanislaus. It is from his testimony that we
know what happened on the way.