The door opened and a shrill voice cried out, "There's Tom Turner at the door asking for Father Mark," and the door was banged to again.
Tom Turner was the very flower of Mark's converts to a good life.
Father Marny groaned at the name.
"Let me see him," he said. "Go out and get a walk."
"I'd rather see him; I don't know how much oftener——"
The sentence was not finished. He had left the room in two strides.