Falchion; I must make my own inquiries."
But Mrs. Falchion was right. Justine Caron was not suffering much from
her immersion; though, speaking professionally, her temperature was
higher than the normal. But that might be from some impulse of the
moment, for Justine was naturally a little excitable.
We walked aside, and, looking at me with a flush of happiness in her
face, she said: "You remember one day on the 'Fulvia' when I told you
that money was everything to me; that I would do all I honourably could
to get it?"
I nodded. She continued: "It was that I might pay a debt--you know it.
Well, money is my god no longer, for I can pay all I owe. That is, I can
pay the money, but not the goodness, the noble kindness. He is most good,
is he not? The world is better that such men as Captain Galt Roscoe
live--ah, you see I cannot quite think of him as a clergyman. I wonder if
I ever shall!" She grew suddenly silent and abstracted, and, in the
moment's pause, some ironical words in Mrs. Falchion's voice floated
across the room to me: "It is so strange to see you so. And you preach,
and baptise; and marry, and bury, and care for the poor and--ah, what is
it?--'all those who, in this transitory life, are in sorrow, need,
sickness, or any other adversity'? .
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