Again the same great dark room, lighted by a flickering spark. He did not stand half in light and half in shadow, but hid himself away in one of the darkest recesses. In a few moments the abbot entered, holding the card in his hand and speaking with tremulous haste: "'Father Palemon?'--who wrote this name, 'Father Palemon?'" Out of the darkness came a low reply: "I wrote it." "I do not know you." "I am Father Palemon." The calm of a great sadness was in the abbot's voice, as he replied, musingly: "There--_is_--no--Father Palemon: he died long ago." "Oh, my father! Is this the way you receive me?" He started forward and came into the light. Alas! No; it was not Father Palemon. His long hair was unkempt and matted over his forehead, his face pinched and old with suffering, and ashen gray except for the red spots on his cheeks. Deep shadows lay under his hollow eyes, which were bloodshot and restless and burning. "I have come back to lead the life of a monk. Will you receive me?" "Twice a monk, no monk. Receive you for what time? Until next June?" "Until death." "I have received you once already until death. How many times am I to receive you until death?" "I beseech you do not contest in words with me. It is too much. I am ill. I am in trouble." He suddenly checked his passionate utterance, speaking slowly and with painful self-control: "I cannot endure how to tell you all that has befallen me since I went away. The new life that I had begun in the world has come to an end. Father Abbot, she is dead. I have just buried her and my child in one grave. Since then the one desire I have had has been to return to this place. God forgive me! I have no heart now for the duties I had undertaken. I had not measured my strength against this calamity. It has left me powerless for good to any human creature. My plans were wrecked when she died. My purposes have gone to pieces. There is no desire in me but for peace and solitude and prayer. All that I can do now is to hide my poor, broken, ineffectual life here, until by God's will, sooner or later, it is ended."