She showed no sign of the fierce self-control she was using.
"Why, yes," she said.

"Come as you would come to any Catholic neighbours.

But no more than that....

You are to be a priest." * * * * * The spring air was full of softness and sweetness as they stood there.
On the trees behind them and on the roses in front the budding leaves had burst into delicate green, and the copses on all sides sounded with the twittering of birds.

The whole world, it seemed, was kindling with love and freshness.