addenda that either might or should, at a later time, cap the ceremony. Lorison tendered a fee, which was declined, and, before the door closed after the departing couple, Father Rogan’s book popped open again where his finger marked it.
In the dark hall Norah whirled, and clung to her companion, tearful.
“Will you never, never, be sorry?”
At last she was reassured.
At the first light they reached upon the street she asked the time, just as she had each night. Lorison looked at his watch. Half-past eight.
Lorison thought it was from habit that she guided their steps toward the corner where they always parted. But, arrived there, she hesitated, and then released his arm. A drug store stood on the corner; its bright, soft light shone upon them,
“Please leave me here, as usual, to-night,”
