"Yes. When I was talkin' with him I didn't know he was so powerful interestin', but sence I come out o' there I've decided he was."
They both looked at him without much show of curiosity, merely, he guessed, that they might not look at each other and reveal their secret.
"What was he?" asked Courant.
"A clergyman."
This time they both started, the girl into sudden erectness, then held her head down as if in shame. For a sickened moment, he thought she was afraid to look at her lover for fear of seeing refusal in his face. Courant leaned near her and laid his hand on hers.
"If there's a clergyman here we can be married," he said quietly.
She drew her hand away and with its fellow covered her face. Courant looked across the fire and said:
"Go and get him, Daddy John. He can do the reading over us now."