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"I have no pretension to be a critic," she answered, with frigid politeness. "I only know what I personally like or dislike." The reply exactly answered Father Benwell's purpose. It diverted Romayne's attention from the picture to Stella. The priest had secured his opportunity of reading their faces while they were looking at each other.
Wise Father Benwell let them go, and concentrated his attention on the person who had been the object of this startling recognition. Unquestionably a gentleman with light hair and complexion with a bright benevolent face and keen intelligent blue eyes apparently still in the prime of life. Such was Father Benwell's first impression of the stranger.
Add one more instance, and you will really gratify me. In its seasons of rejoicing, our Church is eminently cheerful. Shall I add another encouragement? A great trust is about to be placed in you. Be socially agreeable, or you will fail to justify the trust. This is Father Benwell's little sermon. I think it has a merit, Arthur it is a sermon soon over."
Lord Loring's check, in Father Benwell's pocket, representing such a liberal subscription that my lord was reluctant to mention it to my lady there was the reading of the riddle, as plain as the sun at noonday! Would it be desirable to enlighten Lady Loring as she had already enlightened Stella? Mrs. Eyrecourt decided in the negative.
In reference to the book that was wanted, it was quite likely that a search in the catalogues of the British Museum might discover it. He had only met with it himself in the National Library at Paris. This information led Romayne to London again, immediately. For the first time he called at Father Benwell's lodgings. The priest was at home, expecting the visit.
Father Benwell's hand, already in his coat pocket, appeared again empty. "Here's a proposal to me to go into Parliament," said the Squire. "What do you think of representative institutions, Father Benwell? To my mind, representative institutions are on their last legs. Honorable Members vote away more of our money every year.
Warning the priest, with a low growl, not to interfere with another person's business, the dog picked up the letters in his mouth, and carried them by installments to his master's feet. Even then, the exasperating Winterfield went no further than patting Traveler. Father Benwell's endurance reached its limits. "Pray don't stand on ceremony with me," he said.
Even Father Benwell's patience was sorely tried when the good country gentleman proceeded to mention not only the spaniel's name, but the occasion which had suggested it. "We call him Traveler, and I will tell you why. When he was only a puppy he strayed into the garden at Beaupark, so weary and footsore that we concluded he had come to us from a great distance.
The servant appeared, to announce that the carriage was waiting. Penrose entered the room as the man left it. "Have you spoken for me?" he said to Stella. She could only answer him by a gesture. He turned to Romayne with a faint smile. "The saddest of all words must be spoken," he said. "Farewell!" Pale and trembling, Romayne took his hand. "Is this Father Benwell's doing?" he asked. "No!"
Stella was hardly conscious of what her mother or her husband had said. She felt that the priest's eyes were on her. Under any other circumstances, Father Benwell's good breeding and knowledge of the world would have impelled him to take his departure.
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