The young priest stood at the church door, greeting his parishioners individually as they came out. Once again, he felt the service had been a tremendous success. He had been carried away by his own oratory and now realised, to his shame, that he had not thought of the old priest once during the entire ceremony. When the last of the congregation had left the church, he hitched up his surplice and made his way down the steps and across the square to Rosalba's shop. There he found the ...