It seemed to him that here was one whose faith was still fresh, and to such a one he needed to talk.

He called to her: "You need something on your head; you are burned." She looked up, absently at first, as if neither seeing nor hearing him.
Then intelligence came into her eyes.
"You mean my Timothy needs something on his head--poor man! You see he broke out of the house last night, because the Bishop told him I was to take another husband.

Cruel! Oh, so cruel!--the poor foolish man, he believed it, and he cared so for me.

He thought I was bringing home a new man with me--a new wedding for time and eternity, to build myself up in the Kingdom--a new wedding night--with him sitting off, cold and neglected.

But something burst in his head.