‘Oh, why, why, did he have to make such a mess of things?’ Father Rank said, ‘It may seem an odd thing to say—when a man’s as wrong as he was—but I think, from what I saw of him, that he really loved God.’ She had denied just now that she felt any bitterness, but a little more of it drained out now like tears from exhausted ducts. ‘He certainly loved no one else,’ she said. ‘And you may be in the right of it there too,’ Father Rank replied.
