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After a pause, Father Benart spoke: "It is a painful and delicate subject, brother, and but little can be safely said upon it. I think it best, perhaps, if you are determined to speak, to do so in the presence of a third person."
"True," replied Father Benart, "and I take it that Madame Riano is to blame for Lisa Embden's lapse from virtue." The bishop glared at his brother Father Benart standing, smiling and blinking in the sun.
I fancied the bishop preferred the cookery of the château to that of Father Benart's housekeeper. His Grace had sharp eyes, and had observed the scene going on in the fields, about which he inquired. Father Benart told him it was Lisa, with whose story the bishop was perfectly acquainted.
The bishop then noticed me, but I was no restraint upon him, for he plunged into a long and severe discourse upon the evils Father Benart was bringing upon his parish by allowing the women in it to do pretty much as they pleased. Father Benart meekly excused himself by saying that he could not help it.
It is not to be wondered at, however, that the rest of Francezka's world reckoned Gaston Cheverny a dead man. Father Benart, the little priest, who was a courageous man, even hinted to Francezka that she should wear mourning. This went to her heart like a knife. To put on the garments of widowhood would be the last abandonment of hope, and to this she would not consent.
She suggested, therefore, for the present, that the marriage be kept secret if we were bent on being married as Gaston would be leaving in a few days, and his return would be uncertain. To that we agreed Gaston calling himself a blockhead for not thinking of the usefulness of secrecy for a time. We were married in the village church by Père Benart, at sunset.
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