"Yes, Jules, very much."
For an instant he hesitated, looking into her eyes.
"Then I'll go," he said.
She turned to him, and threw her arms around his neck. As he held her closely to him, his lips pressed against her hair, he went on:—
"But it will be hard for me, Blanche. I haven't been to confession for more than twelve years. Think of all the things I shall have to tell."
"It will be over in a few minutes," she said reassuringly. "Then you'll be glad you've done it."
He rose to his feet and drew his chair nearer hers.
"I've even forgotten how to make a confession. I don't even remember the Confiteor."
"Then I shall have to teach it to you. It's in my prayer-book, and you can take it and learn it."
"But I sha'n't know what to do. I shall appear awkward and foolish."