“He looks very unhappy,” said Florella. “He wanted some one to help him.”
“He had no one. He was a victim to himself or his fate. Don’t you think he looks rather a despicable fellow?”
“No; but he looks as if he did so need to be helped. Yes; he does look like a person who might fail in a desperate crisis.”
“As he did,” said Guy. “A man with that face must, you know. Isn’t that what you see?”
“I suppose,” said Florella, suddenly and simply, “that if he had really realised the presence of God, he could have borne—even the ghost.”
“Why?” said Guy, abruptly.
“It would be a spiritual power, great enough to conquer the spiritual fear,” she answered.
“I wish I could have masses said for his soul,” said Guy. “If we were Roman Catholics, I’d ask you to pray for him.”
“Well, I will,” she answered. “He is living, somewhere, and I am sure it is right to pray for him.”
“Thank you,” said Guy, earnestly.