`TheGermancardinalwouldn’tsubmit。HelefttheChurch。’
MrCunningham’swordshadbuiltupthevastimageoftheChurchinthemindsofhishearers。Hisdeep，raucousvoicehadthrilledthemasitutteredthewordofbeliefandsubmission。WhenMrsKernancameintotheroom，dryingherhands，shecameintoasolemncompany。Shedidnotdisturbthesilence，butleanedovertherailatthefootofthebed。
`IoncesawJohnMacHale，’saidMrKernan，`andI’llneverforgetitaslongasIlive。’
Heturnedtowardshiswifetobeconfirmed。
`Ioftentoldyouthat？’