When we come to see that we have done less well than we might have done--then we need comfort." Fay looked from him to Magdalen with wide, hardly human eyes, like some tiny trapped animal between two executioners.
The Bishop's heart contracted.
Poor, poor little thing! "Would you like to see me alone, my child ?" he said, seeing a faint trembling like that of a butterfly beginning in her.

"All you say to me will be under the seal of confession.

It will never pass my lips." It was Magdalen's turn to become pale.
"Shall I go ?" she said, looking fixedly at her sister.
"Yes," said Fay, her eyes on the floor.
Magdalen went slowly to the door, feeling her way as if half blind.
"Come back," shrieked Fay suddenly.

"Magdalen, come back.

I shall never say it all, I shall keep back part unless you are there to hold me to it.