V
It happened that after service the next morning the Bishop and Thorkell walked out of the chapel side by side.
"We are old men now, Gilcrist," said Thorkell, "and should be good friends together."
"That is so," the Bishop answered.
"We've both lost a son, and can feel for each other."
The Bishop made no reply.
"We're childless men, in fact."
"There's Mona, God bless her!" the Bishop said, very softly.
"True, true," said Thorkell, and there was silence for a moment.
"It was partly her fault when she left me—partly, I say;—don't you think so, Gilcrist?" said Thorkell, nervously.