“But why should you think it was sinful, dear?”
“Because our counterpart really is, or should be, Jesus Christ; we are His brides, and mine was only an angel.”
“But you’ve said, dear, that those who were drowned in the Flood come down to those living now upon earth to prepare them—” The sentence dropped away on Evelyn’s lips; she could not continue it, for it seemed to her disgraceful to draw out this girl into speaking of things which were sacred to her, and which had a meaning for her that was pure. Her love was for God, and she was trying to explain; and the terms open to her were terms of human love, which she, Evelyn, with a sinful imagination, misconstrued, involuntarily perhaps, but misconstrued nevertheless.
At that moment Sister Angela came into the sacristy, and, seeing Sister
