He kissed her and drew her away from him.
"Shall I go?" she said. "Now?"
"Fly!"
She was away a long time. When she reappeared with the priest she said timidly:
"I have taken very long. I wanted to confess. It did me good. Does that annoy you?"
"No," he said smilingly; and looking at the face of her companion, he said to himself: "She has made him cry."
They joined hands, kneeling before the black-robed figure in the warm room, pervaded with the sunlight that the bars on the window could not arrest. He made them man and wife, and blessed them, and, bending, put out his hands to raise the woman. But almost immediately, with a smile that was of the compassionate master, he ceased his attempts and stole from the room.
"Tell me one thing," Barabant asked.