"From whom, then?"
"My brother's wife," said Jason.
"Has he never spoken of her?"
"Yes, but as one who had injured him, and bitterly and cruelly wronged and betrayed him."
"That may be so, your reverence," said Jason, "but who can be hard on the penitent and the dying?"
"Is she dying?" said the priest.
Jason dropped his head. "She sends for his forgiveness," he said. "She cannot die without it."
"Poor soul, poor soul!" said the priest.
"Whatever her faults, he cannot deny her that little mercy," said Jason.