"And then Felix coming after his time put me out. I am getting old and cross, or I should not mind such things."
"I think you are so good,--and so kind." As she said this she leaned upon his arm almost as though she meant to tell him that she loved him.
"I have been angry with myself," he said, "and so I am making you my father confessor. Open confession is good for the soul sometimes, and I think that you would understand me better than your mother."
"I do understand you; but don't think there is any fault to confess."

And then Felix arriving late put me out. I am getting old and cross, or I should not mind such things."
"I think you are so good - and so kind." She leaned upon his arm.
"I have been angry with myself," he said, "and so I am making you my father confessor. Confession is good for the soul sometimes, and I think you would understand me better than your mother."
"I do; but don't think there is any fault to confess."
