"I do not love you—isn't that enough?"
"Almost—almost enough," he said, embarrassed.
CHAPTER XXXI
THIS WAY HOME
All Junia had ever felt of the soul of things was upon her as she arranged flowers and listened to the church bells ringing.
"They seem to be always ringing," she said to herself, as she lightly touched the roses. "It must be a Saint's Day—where's Denzil? Ah, there he is in the garden! I'll ask him."
Truth is, she was deceiving herself. She wanted to talk with Denzil about all that had happened of late, and he seemed, somehow, to avoid her. Perhaps he feared she had given her promise to Tarboe who had, as Denzil knew, spent an hour with her the night before. As this came to Denzil's brain, he felt a shiver go through him. Just then he heard Junia's footsteps, and saw her coming towards him.
"Why are the bells ringing so much, Denzil? Is it a Saint's Day?" she asked.
He took off his hat. "Yes, ma'm'selle, it is a Saint's Day," and he named it. "There were lots of neighbours at early Mass, and some have gone to the Church of St. Anne de Beaupre at Beaupre, them that's got sickness."
"Yes, Beaupre is as good as Lourdes, I'm sure. Why didn't you go,
Denzil?"