With this he produced from his pocket a tin sandwich case and offered it to her.
She refused.
"If that is the last that you have," said she, "I can wait."
"But you must eat it, so as to get back your strength."
"And what will you do?"
"Oh, I'm an old hand at fasting. It's my business."
"As priest, I suppose?" said the lady, with a smile that was brighter, or rather less mournful, than any which the priest had thus far seen on her melancholy face.
"Yes, as priest," said the other, dryly. "And now will you take it?"
"Do you ever think about yourself?" asked the lady, in a low voice, in which the thrill was more perceptible than usual.
"About myself? Oh yes," said he; "I never think of anything else. My motto is to take care of Number One. It's only for my own sake that I'm anxious for you to eat; but if you won't take it all, why, you'll have to be content with half. You won't refuse to share with me and take half?"