"But the man did do good, Luke."
"How much—compared with the evil he did?"
"I can't know that. Who can?"
"You talk like Nicholson!"
"No, I don't." She put her hand on his. "But what good can come of abusing the man?"
"I don't want him abused: I only don't want God's Church to make a saint out of him."
"Nobody's doing that, Luke. They're simply being decent about him. After all, he is dead."
Luke shook her hand free. Then, suddenly, he tossed back his head and broke into a high laugh. He frightened her.
"Luke! What is it?"
He could not at once answer.