Lorison poured a twelvemonth’s accumulated confidence into Father Rogan’s ear. He told all, not sparing himself nor omitting the facts of his past, the events of the night, nor his disturbing conjectures and fears.
“The main point,” said the priest, when he had concluded, “seems to me to be this—are you reasonably sure that you love this woman whom you have married?”
“Why,” exclaimed Lorison, rising impulsively to his feet—“why should I deny it! But, look at me; am I fish or fowl? That is the main point to me, I assure you.”
“I understand you,” said the priest, also rising, and laying down his pipe. “The situation is one that has taxed the endurance of much older men than you—in fact, especially much older men than you. I will try to relieve you from it, and this night. You shall see for yourself into exactly what predicament you have fallen, and how you
