“Oh, you need not thank me,” she exclaimed coldly, “that ring is not for you. It is for your bishop, who wishes to save my soul.”
“Yes, he wishes it,” the Breton answered thoughtfully, as he fingered the ring in his lap.
“And you?”
“I shall pray for you.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes, I will teach you,” he added gently, oblivious of her mockery.
“What?”
“To love God and——”
“How monotonous you are, priest,” she interrupted impatiently.
“No,” he answered, looking gravely up to the crevices, “to love God is not monotonous; to pray to Him is happiness.”