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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.
But I thought you meant fairly by me when we spoke together at this house. In that belief, I entreat you to tell me if Father Benwell has intruded himself into your confidence or even if you have hinted anything to him which gives him a hold over me. From Mr. Winterfield to Mrs. Romayne. Both your letters have reached me.
After a consultation in low tones, one of them went out. He returned again almost immediately, followed by the gray-headed gentleman whom I had noticed on the journey to Paris and by Father Benwell. The Jesuit's vigilant eyes discovered us instantly, in our place near the fireside. I thought I saw suspicion as well as surprise in his face.
All due, Arthur, in the first instance, to my impatience of obstacles. Amusing, isn't it?" Penrose was perhaps deficient in the sense of humor. Instead of being amused, he appeared to be anxious for more information. "In what capacity am I to be Mr. Romayne's companion?" he asked. Father Benwell poured himself out another cup of coffee.
The weak tones of his voice failed to reach my ear at the other end of the room. The lawyer, seeming to be satisfied so far, put a formal question to the doctors next. He inquired if Mr. Romayne was in full possession of his faculties. Both the physicians answered without hesitation in the affirmative. Father Benwell added his attestation. "Throughout Mr.
It was far from easy to a man like myself, unaccustomed to state circumstances in their proper order but I had no other choice than to reply, by telling the long story of the theft and discovery of the Rector's papers. So far as Father Benwell was concerned, the narrative only confirmed her suspicions.
"Do you remember my reply to your letter about Father Benwell?" I asked. "Yes every word of it." "I promised, if you ever had need of me, to prove that I had never been unworthy of your confidence. In your present situation, I can honorably keep my promise. Shall I wait till you are calmer? or shall I go on at once?" "At once!"
I wish you were a Jew." "May I ask why?" Father Benwell inquired, with an apostolic suavity worthy of the best days of Rome. Mrs. Eyrecourt explained herself with the modest self-distrust of a maiden of fifteen. "I am really so ignorant, I hardly know how to put it. But learned persons have told me that it is the peculiarity of the Jews may I say, the amiable peculiarity? never to make converts.
"Excuse me if I leave you," the other replied. "I am used to the free air of the country. Let us meet again this evening. Come and dine with me. The same address as usual Derwent's Hotel." With those words he hurried out, making his way, without ceremony, through the crowd in the picture gallery. Father Benwell returned to the library. It was quite needless to trouble himself further about Mrs.
And, once more, Father Benwell was beforehand with him. "May I hope," said the priest, with a finely ironical smile, "that Mrs. Romayne agrees with her excellent mother?" With all her fear of him, the exasperating influence of his tone and his look was more than Stella could endure. Before she could restrain them, the rash words flew out of her lips.
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