"You cannot live in a place like this, Fenella."
"Why not? I have the apartments of a Queen, and what was good enough for her will be good enough for me, surely."
"But you forget—I am a prisoner, and if the Governor objects...."
"He doesn't. He has been told and has raised no objection."
"But there isn't a clergyman in the island who would marry a woman like you to a man like me."
"Oh yes, there's one, and I have brought him with me."
"Who...."
"Somebody you did a beautiful thing for long ago, and who new wants to do something for you—for me, I mean. Come in, Parson Cowley."
Then Stowell saw that the door was open and that Parson Cowley was standing in the darkness beyond it. The old parson came into the cell at Fenella's call, sober as a Judge, but with his face more broken up by emotion than it had ever been by drink, for he had heard everything.
"Parson Cowley," said Stowell, in a hoarse voice, "show her it is impossible."