She was dressed in a muslin tea-gown over shot green silk, and was conscious of her triviality as she stood before the tall, spare ecclesiastic. She admired the calm, refined beauty of his face, the bright, dark eyes and the thin features, steadfast and aloof as some saints she had seen in pictures.
“I called to see your father, Miss Innes, but he is not in, and hearing that you were, I asked to see you. For my business is really with you, that is, if you can spare the time?”
“Won’t you sit down, Monsignor?”
“I have come, Miss Innes, to remind you of a promise that you once made me.”
The colour returned to her cheeks, and a smile to her lips. But she did not remember, and was slightly embarrassed.
“Did I make you a promise?”
“Have you forgotten my speaking to you about some poor sist
