Fenella, who had been beating her foot impatiently on the carpet, at length broke into her own business.
"Bishop, you have heard that I have gone to the Castle as female warder?"
"Yes, indeed. It's so nice of you to stay by the poor man's side while he is in prison, to see that his bodily comforts are being cared for."
"But more than that will have to be done for him if his soul is to be kept alive," said Fenella.
"Really? If you think there is anything I can do...."
"There is, Sir .... You know that I was to have married Mr. Stowell?"
"Indeed I do. Wasn't the marriage to have taken place before very long in our chapel at Bishop's Court?"
"Well, I want it to take place now. Only it must be in the Chapel at Castle Rushen instead."
"You mean .... the prison Chapel?"
"Yes."