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Chapter 58
"Poor soul!" said Sunlocks. It cost Greeba many a pang not to fling herself at her husband's feet at hearing that word so sadly spoken. But she remembered her promise and was silent. Not long afterwards she heard Michael Sunlocks ask the priest if he had never thought of marriage. And the priest answered yes, that he was to have married at Reykjavik about the time he was sent to Grimsey, but the lady had looked shy at his banishment and declined to share it. "So I have never looked at a woman again," said the priest. "And I daresay you have your tender thoughts of her, though so badly treated," said Sunlocks. "Well, yes," said the priest, "yes." "You were chaplain at Reykjavik, but looking to be priest or dean, and perhaps bishop some day?" said Sunlocks. "Well, maybe so; such dreams
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