Vavasour regarded her with attention, and there was another pause, in which his eyes sought the clock. The sight of that fat-faced timepiece gave him a shock.
“A quarter past eleven,” he murmured; then aloud: “Catherine, do ye recall Pastor Evans’s sermon, the one he preached last New Year?”
Catherine also had taken a furtive glance at the clock, a glance which Vavasour caught and wondered at.
“Well, Catherine, do——”
“Aye, I remember, about inheritin’ the grace of life together.”
“My dear, wasn’t he sayin’ that love is eternal an’ that—a man—an’—an’ his wife was lovin’ for—for——”
“Aye, lad, for everlastin’ life,” Catherine concluded.
There was another pause, a quick glancing at the clock, and a quick swinging of two pairs of eyes towards each other, astonishment in each pair.
“Half-after eleven,” whispered Vavasour, seeming to crumple in the middle. “An’, dear,” he continued aloud, “didn’t he, didn’t he say that the Lord was mindful of our—of our—difficulties, and our temptations, an’ our—our——”
“Aye, an’ our mistakes,” ended Catherine.