Will you not speak to the priest about it ?" "I have spoken to the priest." "Yes ?" "He tells me he does not know what to think." "Would you do this thing--whatever it may be--if the priest told you it was God's will ?" There was a pause; and then: "I do not know," said Robin, so low she could scarcely hear him.
She drew a deep breath to reassure herself.
"Listen!" she said.

"I must say a little of what I think; but not all.
Our Lord must finish it to you, if it is according to His will." He glanced at her swiftly, and down again, like a frightened child.

Yet even in that glance he could see that it was all that she could do to force herself to speak; and by that look he understood for the first time something of that which she was suffering.
"You know first," she said, "that I am promised to you.

I hold that promise as sacred as anything on earth can be." Her voice shook a little.

The boy bowed his head again.