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He spoke as kindly and as patiently as ever. "You forget that you and your mother were my guests at Beaupark, two years ago " Stella understood what he meant and more. In an instant she remembered that Father Benwell had been at Beaupark House. Had he heard of the visit? She clasped her hands in speechless terror. Winterfield gently reassured her. "You must not be frightened," he said.
Failing to find her, on putting this idea to the test, Lord Loring had discovered Penrose, and had so hastened the introduction of the younger of the two Jesuits to Romayne. Having gathered his papers together, Father Benwell crossed the library to the deep bow-window which lighted the room, and opened his dispatch-box, standing on a small table in the recess.
As I placed the boy on his feet again, he looked up at his dying father, with the one idea still in his mind. "More, papa! More!" Romayne put the will into his hand. The child's eyes sparkled. "Burn?" he asked, eagerly. "Yes!" Father Benwell sprang forward with outstretched hands. I stopped him. He struggled with me. I forgot the privilege of the black robe. I took him by the throat.
Romayne dismissed this appeal to the law irritably, by waving his hand. "The Statutes of Mortmain," he rejoined, "can't prevent my bequeathing my property to an individual. I shall leave Vange Abbey to You. Now, Father Benwell! have I got the better of you at last?" With Christian humility the Jesuit accepted the defeat, for which he had paved the way from the outset of the interview.
"I have had a room prepared for you in this house. Here, free from any disturbing influence, you can shape the future course of your life. If you wish to communicate with your residence at Highgate " "Don't speak of it!" Father Benwell sighed. "Ah, I understand!" he said, sadly. "The house associated with Mr. Winterfield's visit " Romayne again interrupted him this time by gesture only.
She put another question without quite concealing the effort that it cost her, or the anxiety with which she waited for the reply. "I know something of the neighborhood of Clovelly," she said. "I wonder whether Father Benwell is visiting any friends of mine there?" "I am not able to say, Miss Eyrecourt. The reverend Father's letters are forwarded to the hotel I know no more than that."
We advertised him, but he was never claimed and here he is! If you don't object, we will give Traveler a treat to-day. He shall have dinner with us." Perfectly understanding those last words, the dog jumped off his master's lap, and actually forwarded the views of Father Benwell in less than a minute more.
"Surely you understand me, Arthur?" he added, after an interval. The color rose slowly in the worn face of Penrose. "I am afraid to understand you," he said. "Why?" "I am not sure that it is my better sense which understands. I am afraid, Father, it may be my vanity and presumption." Father Benwell leaned back luxuriously in his chair.
He rose and took his hat, ready to leave the room, if his honor was profaned by the slightest expression of distrust. Winterfield's genial and unsuspicious nature instantly accepted the offered proof as conclusive. "Before I break the seal," he said, "let me do you justice. Sit down again, Father Benwell, and forgive me if my sense of duty has hurried me into hurting your feelings.
Father Benwell walked softly up and down the room, looking about him with quietly-observant eye. A side table in a corner was covered with letters, waiting Winterfield's return. Always ready for information of any sort, he even looked at the addresses on the letters. The handwritings presented the customary variety of character. All but three of the envelopes showed the London district postmarks.
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