The priest smiled but looked puzzled.
"He? Whom do you mean?"
"The other priest, mon père—your colleague. I regret to have broken in upon his meditations; but I had been so long in the church, and it was all so still and quiet, that it never occurred to me that there might be some one in the confessional."
The priest looked at me in a strange, startled way.
"In the confessional!" he repeated, with a catching of his breath. "You saw some one—in the confessional?"
"I am ashamed to say that, having thoughtlessly opened the door—"
"You saw—what did you see?"
"A priest, mon père."
"A priest! Can you describe him? Should you know him again? Was he pale, and tall, and gaunt, with long black hair?"
"The same, undoubtedly."