“Are you all right?”
“Oh! Goodness!”
Eugène, tall and slim, stood solicitously next to her in his black priest’s robes. “You gave me a fright,” she exclaimed, trying to smile.
“Je m’excuse, Flora. You seemed so…sad. Is there anything I can do?”
She thought, then smiled. “Will you take my confession?”
“I’m afraid I can’t. I’m not fully ordained yet. But if you wish, we can talk and I will give my vow of secrecy.”
“I would like that. Perhaps we could go for a walk after tea, or up to the old drawing room.”
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