"That was ve-ry nice. Good-bye for the present, dear."
She made a little mock curtsey. "I shall expect you at two ... dear!"
He kissed his hand and shut the door, breathing a sigh of relief when he got outside.
"She won't see me again. I'm well out of that," he thought, his cheeks still burning with her hot kisses.
"Now for the worst ordeal."
Father Gray came out of the private chapel of the clergy-house in his cassock and biretta.
He had been hearing the somewhat long confession of an innocuous but unnecessary Keble man, and felt inclined to be irritable. He met Gobion going up to his room.
His pale lined face lighted up—most people's faces did when they saw Gobion.
"You here, dear boy? Come in—come into my room."