David noticed that.

Nothing seemed relaxed about him.
Not until he had looked at Tavish for perhaps sixty full seconds did Father Roland speak.

He had recovered himself, judging from his voice.
It was quiet and unexcited.

But in his first words, unemotional as they were, there was a significance that was almost frightening.
"At last! She made him do that!" He was speaking to himself, looking straight into Tavish's agonized face.

A great shudder swept through David.