She touched Father Forbes on the arm.
"Just to tell you that I am here," she said.

The priest nodded with a grave face, and passed into the other room.

In a minute or two the workmen, Mrs.MacEvoy, and her helper came out, and the door was shut behind them.
"He is making his confession," explained the young lady.

"Stay here for a minute." She moved over to where the woman of the house stood, glum-faced and tearless, and whispered something to her.

A confused movement among the crowd followed, and out of it presently resulted a small table, covered with a white cloth, and bearing on it two unlighted candles, a basin of water, and a spoon, which was brought forward and placed in readiness before the closed door.