Let us return, or we shall miss Father Pedro.

Are you sure he will come ?" "A week ago he promised to be here to see the proofs to-day." The voices were growing fainter and fainter; they were returning to the trail.
Father Pedro remained motionless.

A week ago! Was it a week ago since--since what?
And what had he been doing here?
Listening! He! Father Pedro, listening like an idle peon to the confidences of two lovers.

But they had talked of him, of his crime, and the man had pitied him.

Why did he not speak?
Why did he not call after them?
He tried to raise his voice.