Floyd answered eagerly.
It was a question of principle; they should be admired, respected, for such noble self-sacrifice.
The priest liked the boy; there was no complication to fight in him.
“This marriage was a question of you and one other. I chose you.”
Floyd’s face grew hot. It had all been arranged between the mother and the priest.
“Then you considered me the lesser of two evils?”
The priest smiled again.
“You are not an evil, you are a concession; we make them, if they do not bring us future harm; the children will be ours, but don’t let it worry you now.”
“Pedro Gonzola’s marriage with a Jewess was also a concession. Why did you allow that?”
“This boy is no fool,” thought the priest; he took pains to answer the question.