Nettie was glad she took her hand, but the words hit her and she bit her lip as she struggled not to frown. Damn you Malachi... to let this poor girl down. She needed him so desperately.

"I.." She sighed and walked with her towards the presbytery. "We can try.. He wrote me a letter saying he was in London. But, maybe he has come back?" She offered with a small smile, though she knew the truth. "If he isn't there and you need a priest, perhaps Father Richards can help?" She didn't know the story of why he was demoted, but he was here when no one else was. That counted for something. "He doesn't seem so bad to me."