"I will not, cannot promise anything till I have
seen him. But I will go and see him, and I'll send you word later what
I can do, or not do. Will that satisfy you? If I cannot do it, I will
come to say good-by."
Her face was set with suppressed feeling. She held out her hand to him
impulsively, and was about to speak, but suddenly caught the hand away
again from his thrilling grasp and, turning hurriedly, left the room.
In the hall she met Father Bourassa.
"Go with him to the hospital," she whispered, and disappeared through the
doorway.
Immediately after she had gone, a man came driving hard to bring Father
Bourassa to visit a dying Catholic in the prairie, and it was Finden who
accompanied Varley to the hospital, waited for him till his examination
of the "casual" was concluded, and met him outside.
"Can it be done?" he asked of Varley. "I'll take word to Father
Bourassa."
"It can be done--it will be done," answered Varley absently. "I do not
understand the man. He has been in a different sphere of life. He tried
to hide it, but the speech--occasionally! I wonder.
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