"A sort of game." "Promise ?" "I promise." They were sitting on the steps of one of the chapels.

Juanita swung round and peered through the railings as if to see what Saint had his habitation there.
"It is only St.Bartholomew," she said, airily.

"But he will do.

You have promised, remember that.

And St.Bartholomew has heard you.