"Thank our Lord with me ...

and ...

and God have mercy on me!" Then Marjorie was on her knees by the bedside, sobbing so that the curtains shook.
* * * * * The mother got it all out of her presently--the tale of the girl's heart torn two ways at once.

On the one side there was her human love for the lad who had wooed her--as hot as fire, and as pure--and on the other that keen romance that had made her pray that he might be a priest.

This second desire had come to her, as sharp as a voice that calls, when she had heard of the apostasy of his father; it had seemed to her the riposte that God made to the assault upon His honour.