Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 4, 2025
Her happiness was so great, so keen, that it made me fear for her. Like the little priest, Father Benart, I thought the gods would demand their tribute, and only hoped it had been paid by her seven years of anguish. Madame Riano was staying at the château, and had not changed a whit. She had ever liked Gaston Cheverny, and they seemed to be the best of friends still.
Her eyes were fixed on something afar which yet she saw not, and I heard her murmur: "Oh, my tired heart!" Father Benart told me afterward, the conclusion of the bishop's concern about Lisa. The little priest did not tell it me exactly as I repeat it; but what I had seen of his Grace supplied all details.
As soon as it was over, and we had retired to the red saloon, the bishop intimated he had something of a particular nature to say to Francezka. "Then, will your Grace say it here?" said Francezka, who knew the bishop's propensity for haranguing, and reckoned, as Father Benart had done in her own case, upon Father Benart to restrain the bishop.
To be that, I must be ever well dressed, well read, well behaved such, I hope I am." The flood of her vehemence arrested the bishop's impatient walk. Father Benart sighed a little, as any one might, at this poor, human heart of Francezka's, laid bare, and beating desperately against the fate that seemed closing around her.
"I do it, your Grace," replied Francezka, sweetly, and with a glance at Father Benart, "by the express advice of my director." And then, with folded hands, she sat demurely looking down, and leaving Father Benart to shoulder the burden alone.
In the evening, after his arrival at his brother's house, the bishop told Father Benart that he felt it his duty to speak to Lisa Embden he was fearful that the girl's soul would be lost for want of counsel and reproof. Father Benart, without protesting, said that he would send for Lisa in the morning. Next morning, when the bishop was having his breakfast in the garden, Lisa appeared.
That silent little man was a humorist of the first water. He seemed to love his brother, but not one single absurdity of the bishop's escaped him. After Father Benart came the bishop, a fine, large, well-built, handsome man, enveloped in a huge purple velvet mantle. He stepped gingerly as if afraid of giving his dignity a jolt.
Some of the people in the parish are indignant with Father Benart, and with me, too, for countenancing Lisa, but they have not so far ventured to speak to me on the subject. If they did " Francezka turned her head with an air that showed that neither sorrow nor disappointment had impaired the lofty martial spirit she had inherited from the Kirkpatricks.
He consulted with Father Benart whether he should admonish Francezka in public or in private. Father Benart reflected a moment before he answered. We were then driving along the splendid avenue of lindens toward the château, which sat in fairy beauty on its terraces, the morning sun gilding its white façade, the canal sparkling in the light, the grass freshly green all, all, lovely to excess.
"That is one of the things that I wish especially to speak to you about," said the bishop to Father Benart, in the tone of a schoolmaster and without regarding my presence in the least. "My brother, it is with grief that I learn of what has been going on in your parish of late, of the sin and evil behavior."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking