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An old-fashioned belief, you will say, but I find it practically true." "But Paul says the only facts based on history in the Gospels are that Christ lived and died a martyr to his opinions," said Sally. "So many men say nowadays.
"No use tearing her heart out," he remarked. "There's time enough to rush on the last lap. I wonder if we'll have a race at the end?" "I shouldn't be surprised," Mr. Vardon answered. "A number of celebrated aviators are planning to compete for this prize, and some may already be on the way across the continent ahead of us." "Then there's your Uncle Ezra," put in Paul.
Paul Mole had in truth turned sulky. The turnkey vowed that the prisoner had hardly stirred since first he had been locked up in the common cell. He sat in a corner at the end of the bench, with his face turned to the wall, and paid no heed either to his fellow-prisoners or to the facetious remarks of the warder. Chauvelin went up to him, made some curt remark.
"That," went on Paul, "rests entirely with yourself. You may be sure that I will tell no one. I am not likely to discuss it with any one whomsoever." Etta's stony eyes softened for a moment. She seemed to be alternating between hatred of this man and love of him a dangerous state for any woman.
The last clergyman in the procession before the Bishop was the rector, and Paul could not but be struck by the singular beauty of his look, the joyous ring of his voice. The "vision glorious" was his at that moment; fresh soldiers had just been sworn in to that great army, whose Captain was Christ, and, though some might fall away, there were many whom he prayed would die fighting.
Of course the good-fortune that had come to the firm through Paul was known as soon as the other, and whenever one of the partners passed a group of merchants in his same line of business, he was sure to be pointed out as one of the boys who were the happy possessors of a clear hundred dollars.
In a word, I am nobody; while you, Count Paul de Lavardens, you are somebody; so fear nothing, your turn will come with the fetes and balls. Then you will be resplendent in all your glory, and I shall return very humbly into my obscurity." "You may laugh at me as much as you like; it is none the less true that during those ten days you will steal a march upon me upon me!" "How upon you?"
Paul was rapidly getting better, and in less than ten days who should appear at the hospital but Sir Henry Elmore himself. He went round the wards and spoke separately to each of the wounded men belonging to the Ruby, and then he came to Paul Pringle and had a long talk with him.
The clue to the mystery is to be found inside the churches. In every church here, and there are 366 of them, some score or two of masses are said daily at the different altars. The pay for performing a mass varies from a "Paul" to a "Scudo;" that is, in round numbers, from sixpence to a crown.
Suddenly she paused, for in the near distance she had perceived the sound of footsteps upon the leafy turf, and the next moment Paul Deroulede emerged from out the thicket and came rapidly towards her. "We were so anxious about you at home!" he said, almost by way of an apology. "My mother became so restless..."
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