She smiled at that memory, and continued: 

’I don’t know about these things myself.  My uncle Jeanbernat used to forbid me to go to church.  “Silly girl,” he’d say to me, “why do you want to go to a stuffy building when you have got a garden to run about in?” I grew up quite happy and contented.  I used to look in the birds’ nests without even taking the eggs.  I did not even pluck the flowers, for fear of hurting the plants; and you know that I could never torture an insect.  Why, then, should God be angry with me?’

’You should learn to know Him, pray to Him, and render Him the constant worship which is His due,’ answered the priest.

‘Ah! it would please you if I did, would it not?’ she said.  ’You would forgive me, and love me again?  Well, I will do all that you wish me.  Tell me about God, and I will believe in Him, and worship Him.  All that you tell me shall be a truth to which I will listen on my knees.  Have I ever had a thought that was not your own?  We will begin our long walks again; and you shall teach me, and make of me whatever you will.  Say “yes,” I beg of you.’

Abbe Mouret pointed to his cassock.

‘I cannot,’ he simply said.  ‘I am a priest.’

‘A priest!’ she repeated after him, the smile dying out of her eyes.  ’My uncle says that priests have neither wife, nor sister, nor mother.  So that is true, then.  But why did you ever come?  It was you who took me for your sister, for your wife.  Were you then lying?’

The priest raised his pale face, moist with the sweat of agony.  ’I have sinned,’ he murmured.

‘When I saw you so free,’ the girl went on, ’I thought that you were no longer a priest.  I believed that all that was over, that you would always remain there with me, and for my sake.——­ And now, what would you have me do, if you rob me of my whole life?’

‘What I do,’ he answered; ’kneel down, suffer on your knees, and never rise until God pardons you.’

‘Are you a coward, then?’ she exclaimed, her anger roused once more, her lips curving scornfully.

He staggered, and kept silence.  Agony held him by the throat; but he proved stronger than pain.  He held his head erect, and a smile almost played about his trembling lips.  Albine for a moment defied him with her fixed glance; then, carried away by a fresh burst of passion, she exclaimed: 

’Well, answer me.  Accuse me!  Say it was I who came to tempt you!  That will be the climax!  Speak, and say what you can for yourself.  Strike me if you like.  I should prefer your blows to that corpse-like stiffness you put on.  Is there no blood left in your veins?  Have you no spirit?  Don’t you hear me calling you a coward?  Yes, indeed, you are a coward.  You should never have loved me, since you may not be a man.  Is it that black robe of yours which holds you back?  Tear it off!  When you are naked, perhaps you will remember yourself again.’