"The doctor's orders are that he is not to be disturbed."
The priest did not seem aware of the exceedingly unpleasant expression on Molly's countenance.
"It would be a great mistake to wake him, of course," he said; and then, "Do you suppose he will sleep for long?"
"I haven't the faintest notion"; the uttermost degree of scorn was conveyed in those few words.
Mrs. Moloney suppressed a sob.
"He's not been to the Sacraments for three years," she murmured.
The priest leant over the bed and looked intently at the dying man.
Mrs. Moloney opened the window and put the crucifix and candlesticks in a corner on the dirty floor.
"It might kill him to wake him now," murmured Molly.
"Yes, that is just the difficulty." The young man was speaking more to himself than to her.