The smell of the incense floated past them.
When the priest and the lad reached the calvary they turned towards it, bowed, crossed themselves, and the lad rang a little silver bell.

Then the two passed on, the lad still ringing.

When they were out of sight the sound of the bell came softly, softly up the road, while the bell in the church tower still called to prayer.
The words the priest chanted seemed to ring through the air after he had gone.
"God have mercy upon the passing soul! God have mercy upon the passing soul! Hear the prayer of the sinner, O Lord; Listen to the voice of those that mourn; Have mercy upon the sinner, O Lord!" When Ferrol turned to Sophie again, both her hands were clasping the calvary, and she had dropped her head upon them.
"I must go," he said.

She did not move.
Again he spoke to her; but she did not lift her head.

Presently, however, as he stood watching her, she moved away from the calvary, and, with her back still turned to him, stepped out into the road and hurried on towards her home, never once turning her head.
He stood looking after her for a moment, then turned and, sitting on a log behind the shrubbery, he tore a few pieces of paper out of a note-book and began writing.