"Vowed celibacy."
"It is true," he admitted.
And then they sat and looked at where the sun had been.
After awhile Paula arose and said she must go to the house.
He offered his hand.
"May I kiss you?" he said, in a low tone, his face very pale.
"Father Cameril!"
He hung his head. "You despise me," he said, after awhile. "You are right. I despise myself. It is very hard."
"I don't despise you; and you are not to despise yourself," she stammered. "You perplex and confuse me. You astonish me."
"I knew I would," he answered hopelessly. "It is very natural. I wish I had not been born."