"You may be sure I've thought of that." She rocked the upper part of her body backwards and forwards.
"If we could contrive that they might oftener see each other here at the parsonage?"
"You may be sure I've thought of that!" She clapped her hands and looked at the Clergyman with a smile all over her face. He stopped while he was lighting his pipe.
"Perhaps this, after all, was what brought you here to-day?"
She looked down, put two fingers into the folded handkerchief, and pulled out one corner of it.
"Ah, well, God help me, perhaps it was this I wanted."
The Clergyman walked up and down, and smiled. "Perhaps, too, you came for the same thing the last time you were here?"
She pulled out the corner of the handkerchief still farther, and hesitated awhile. "Well, as you ask me, perhaps I did—yes."
The Clergyman went on smoking. "Then, too, it was to carry this point that you confessed at last the thing you had on your conscience."
She spread out the handkerchief to fold it up smoothly again. "No; ah, no; that weighed so heavily upon me, I felt I must tell it to you, father."