“And you are the priest,” she drawled presently.
“Yes,” he answered softly, “a priest of God.”
“And what have you come to teach me, priest?” she inquired, mockery and laughter trembling in her demure tones.
“As the bishop has ordered.”
“Indeed!” she commented disdainfully. “And what did he order?”
“To save your soul,” replied the Breton reverently, “for the glory——”
The laughter of the wife interrupted him.
“And he sent you to do it?”
“Yes,” he apologised, “the bishop has sent me.”
“How thoughtful of him! No doubt you will succeed!”