"Have you been to confession?"
"To whom can I go? The Bishop would not hear me. He is benighted——"
"There's your friend, Father Gordon."
"Oh, Paula, he's only twenty-three."
"But he's a priest."
"But he's under a vow. How can he understand?"
A rapid footstep was heard. "There's Mark!" exclaimed Paula.
Father Cameril tripped quickly away. "You here!" exclaimed Mark, as he came upon Paula. "Isn't it dinner time?"
"It must be," she said, slipping her hand into the arm he offered.
"It was Father Cameril, Mark," she said, after a pause.