It would be
wrong. It would be cruel. It would only lead you into further trouble."
My mouth felt parched, but I contrived to say:
"Then you can hold out no hope for me?"
"God knows I can't."
"Although I do not love this man I must live with him as his wife?"
"It is hard, very hard, but there seems to be no help for it."
I rose to my feet, and went back to the window. A wild impulse of
rebellion was coming over me.
"I shall feel like a bad woman," I said.
"Don't say that," said Father Dan. "You are married to the man anyway."
"All the same I shall feel like my husband's mistress--his married
mistress, his harlot."
Father Dan was shocked, and the moment the words were out of my mouth I
was more frightened than I had ever been before, for something within
seemed to have forced them out of me.
When I recovered possession of my senses Father Dan, nervously fumbling
with the silver cross that hung over his cassock, was talking of the
supernatural effect of the sacrament of marriage. It was God Who joined
people together, and whom God joined together no man might put asunder.
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