“There are some things which I could not talk over with you,” said the priest, finally. “It was best that I should not. And now I hardly know what is the right thing for me to do, or to say.” 201
“What troubles you?”
“When you are cooler, it will come to you. For to-night,––until our last moment of choice,––I must ask one favour, M’sieu. You will not decide on this course until it comes to the end. You will think of other ways; you will––”
“What else have I been doing, Father? There is no other way.”
“But you will not decide yet?”
“No. We need not, to-night.”
The priest seemed relieved.
“M’sieu,” came in a low voice from the darkness within the hut, “may I not sit with you?”
“You are awake, Mademoiselle? You have not been sleeping?”
“No, I could not. I––I have not heard you, M’sieu,––I have not listened. But I wanted to very much. I have only my thoughts, and they are not the best of company to-night.”