“Has the Father gone?”
“No, ma'am; he is still in the sacristy.”
“Show me to it.”
At the next moment, with fluttering throat and a look of mingled love and awe, she was standing eye to eye with John Storm in the little bare chamber off the church.
“Glory, why do you come here?”
“I can't help it.”
“But we said good-bye and parted.”
“You did. I didn't. It was not so easy——”
“Easy? I told you it wouldn't be easy, my child, and it hasn't been. I said I should suffer, and I have suffered. But I've borne it—you see I've borne it. Don't ask me at what cost.”
“Oh, oh, oh!” and she covered her face.