It was horror that widened the eyes of Pierre as he looked at Martin Ryder; it was a grim happiness that made his lips almost smile.
"You've taken holy orders, lad ?" "No." "But the black dress ?" "I'm only a novice.

I've sworn no vows." "And you don't hate me--you hold no grudge against me for the sake of your mother ?" Pierre took the heavy hand.
"Are you not my father?
And my mother was happy with you.

For her sake I love you." "The good Father Victor.

He sent you to me." "I came of my own will.

He would not have let me go." "He--he would have kept my flesh and blood away from me ?" "Do not reproach him.