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"If you will kindly call at my hotel in an hour's time, I shall have looked over my notes, and shall be ready for you with a list of titles and dates. There is the address." With those words, he advanced to take his leave of Lady Loring and Stella. Father Benwell was a man possessed of extraordinary power of foresight but he was not infallible.
"The sooner the better," Winterfield answered, cordially. "Will to-morrow do by the noonday light?" "Whenever you please. Your time is mine." Among his other accomplishments, Father Benwell was a chess-player. If his thoughts at that moment had been expressed in language, they would have said, "Check to the queen." ON the next morning, Winterfield arrived alone at Romayne's house.
The conditions of human happiness are easily fulfilled if we rightly understand them. Mr. Mortleman retired perfectly happy. Left by himself again, Father Benwell paced the room rapidly from end to end. The disturbing influence visible in his face had now changed from anxiety to excitement. "I'll try it to-day!" he said to himself and stopped, and looked round him doubtfully.
She has always, poor dear, had an inveterate distrust of Father Benwell; and, between ourselves, I am not sure that she is quite so foolish as I once thought. The Father has unexpectedly left us with a well-framed excuse which satisfied Lord Loring. It fails to satisfy Me.
"And mind this," Father Benwell persisted, "poor human nature has its right to all that can be justly conceded in the way of excuse and allowance. Miss Eyrecourt would naturally be advised by her friends, would naturally be eager, on her own part, to keep hidden from you what happened at Brussels.
Not knowing what else to say, she still paid Penrose the compliment of feigning an interest in Father Benwell. "Has he a long journey to make in returning to London?" she asked. "Yes all the way from Devonshire." "From South Devonshire?" "No. North Devonshire Clovelly." The smile suddenly left her face.
"Certainly at a proper distance," Father Benwell briskly replied. "Ah, you heretics only know the worst side of that most unhappy pontiff! Mr. "I should require very good evidence to persuade me of it." This touched Romayne on a sad side of his own personal experience. "Perhaps," he said, "you don't believe in remorse?" "Pardon me," Mr.
But he recovered himself so rapidly that I could not feel sure. He bowed to Stella. She made no return; she looked as if she had not even seen him. One of the doctors was an Englishman. He said to Father Benwell: "Whatever your business may be with Mr. Romayne, we advise you to enter on it without delay. Shall we leave the room?" "Certainly not," Father Benwell answered.
But when we came next to the order in which the dishes were to be served " Miss Notman paused in the middle of the sentence, and shuddered over the private and poignant recollections which the order of the dishes called up. By this time Father Benwell had discovered his mistake.
On entering the room, she found but one person in it not the person of whom she was in search. There, buttoned up in his long frock coat, and surrounded by books of all sorts and sizes, sat the plump elderly priest who had been the especial object of Major Hynd's aversion. "I beg your pardon, Father Benwell," said Lady Loring; "I hope I don't interrupt your studies?"
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