he might, giving heed to the thought that even if in his eyes the value of the girl was immeasurably the greater, yet the youth also was valued, or why was he here?

He lifted his head and saw Frale’s eyes fixed upon him sadly — almost as if he knew the bishop’s thoughts. Yes, here was a soul worth while. Plainly there was but one course to pursue, and but one thread left to hold the young man to steadfast purpose. Using that thread, he would try. If he could be made to sacrifice for Cassandra some of his physical joy of life, seeking to give more than to appropriate to himself for his own satisfaction — if he could teach him the value of what she had done — could he rise to such a height, and learn self-control?

The argument for repentance having come back to him void, the bishop began again.