“Did you think, my dear Prosper, that I should hesitate? Am I a sentimentalist? But what will he say?
“We need not think of that, Marcel.”
“But yet suppose that with memory come again sin and shame—even crime?”
“We will pray for him.”
“But if he isn’t a Catholic?”
“One must pray for sinners,” said the Curb, after a silence.
This time the surgeon laid a hand on the shoulder of his brother affectionately. “Upon my soul, dear Prosper, you almost persuade me to be reactionary and mediaeval.”
The Curb turned half uneasily towards Jo, who was following at a little distance. This seemed hardly the sort of thing for him to hear.
“You had better return now, Jo,” he said.
“As you wish, M’sieu’,” Jo answered, then looked inquiringly at the surgeon.