"About the Lord Jesus Christ? It was whether his sins were whiter than snow."
"What did you tell him?"
"Oh," said Raven, "I told him yes. If he was sorry, they were. Of course I told him yes. What could I tell him? But I don't believe I'd have told Martin yes, if he'd asked me about his sins. He's scared blue. He was there at the gate when I went in. Shook like a palsy, kept saying he didn't know—didn't think—nobody need ask him——"
"What did you say, Rookie?"
"Nothing. I went in to Tenney. Now I'll go back."
"You won't come in and have a bite? Nice supper, Rookie. Saved for you."
"No. Not to-night." He turned away from her as if she were as actually the outside shell of herself as he was of himself. They were mechanical agents in a too terrible world. But he called back to her: "Nan, I've told her."
She was at his side, hoping for more, perhaps a touch of his hand.
"Anne. I got word to her somehow. She understood."
"Was she——" Nan paused.