Pomfrette did not speak at first: it seemed scarcely worth while; he was so weak he did not care.
"Where are you going ?" he said at last, as they came well into the village.

The bell in St.Saviour's had stopped ringing for Mass, and the streets were almost empty.
"I'm taking you to Mass," said Parpon, puffing under his load, for Pomfrette made an ungainly burden.

"Hand of a little devil, no!" cried Pomfrette, startled.

"I said I'd never go to Mass again, and I never will.
"You said you'd never go to Mass till you were carried; so it's all right." Once or twice Pomfrette struggled, but Parpon held him tight, saying: "It's no use; you must come; we've had enough.

Besides--" "Besides what ?" asked Pomfrette faintly.