If the law compels you to pay a price for the errors it believes you have committed, will that price be so terribly severe ?" "Prison, Father.

Probably five years." Father John laughed softly, the star-glow revealing a radiance in his face.
"Five years!" he repeated.

"Oh, my boy, my dear boy, what are five years to pay for such a treasure as that which has come into your possession tonight?
Five short years--only five.

And she waiting for you, proud of you for those very achievements which sent you to prison, planning for all the future that lies beyond those five short years, growing sweeter and more beautiful for you as she waits--Roger, is that a very great sacrifice?
Is it too great a price to pay?
Five years, and after that--peace, love, happiness for all time?
Is it, Roger ?" McKay felt his voice tremble as he tried to answer.
"But she, father--" "Yes, yes, I know what you would say," interrupted Father John gently.
"I argued with her, just as you would have argued, Roger.

I appealed to her reason.