“Will you hear my confession now, Monsignor?”
“The priest looked at her, his narrow, hard face concentrated in an ardent scrutiny.
“Certainly, my child, if you think you are sufficiently prepared.”
“I must confess now; I could not put it off again;” and glancing round the room, she slipped suddenly upon her knees.
The priest put on his stole and murmured a Latin prayer, making the sign of the Cross over the head of his penitent.
“I fear I shall never remember all my sins. I have been living in mortal sin so many years.”
“I remember that you spoke to me of intellectual difficulties—concerning faith. You see now, my dear child, that you were deceiving yourself. Your real difficulties were quite different.”
“I think that my doubts were sincere,” Evelyn replied tremblingly, for she felt
