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Before she was at liberty, Father Benwell might take his departure. Stella resolved to make the attempt for herself which she had asked Lady Loring to make for her. It was better to try, and to be defeated, than not to try at all. "I asked Mr. Penrose what part of Devonshire you were visiting," she resumed, assuming her more gracious manner.
"All we got to do now is to get Spiker to squeal." "If he happens to be a quitter." "He will under pressure. He's that kind." A knock came on the door, and Tom Benwell, the store clerk, answered her summons to come in. "It's Budd, Miss Phyl. He came to see about getting-that stuff you was going to order for a dress for his little girl," the storekeeper explained.
Eyrecourt, painted and robed for the morning wafting perfumes as she moved appeared in the study. She looked at the priest, and lifted her many-ringed hands with a gesture of coquettish terror. "Oh, dear me! I had no idea you were here, Father Benwell. I ask ten thousand pardons. Dear and admirable Romayne, you don't look as if you were pleased to see me. Good gracious!
An unchanging dullness pervaded the house. Romayne was constantly absent in London, attending to his new religious duties under the guidance of Father Benwell. The litter of books and manuscripts in the study was seen no more. Hideously rigid order reigned in the unused room.
The career which has associated him with an Indian mission is, as I told you, only adapted to a man of his special character and special gifts. But the career which has carried him into the sacred ranks of the priesthood is open to every man who feels the sense of divine vocation, which has made Penrose one of Us." "No, Father Benwell! Not open to every man." "I say, Yes!" "It is not open to Me!"
The servants appeared to recognize the knock the porter admitted Lord Loring. Father Benwell advanced and made his bow. It was a perfect obeisance of its kind respect for Lord Loring, unobtrusively accompanied by respect for himself. "Has your lordship been walking in the park?" he inquired. "I have been out on business," Lord Loring answered; "and I should like to tell you about it.
Romayne was one of Us! Queen Elizabeth herself could hardly have said a sharper thing to a poor Catholic priest." "You clever creature!" said Mrs. Eyrecourt. "How easily you see through a simple woman like me! There I give you my hand to kiss and I will never try to deceive you again. Do you know, Father Benwell, a most extraordinary wish has suddenly come to me. Please don't be offended.
Not one word, on any controversial subject, has passed " Mrs. Eyrecourt cocked her head, with the artless vivacity of a bird. "Ah, but it might, though!" she suggested, slyly. Father Benwell once more remonstrated in dumb show, and Romayne lost his temper. "Mrs. Eyrecourt!" he cried, sternly. Mrs. Eyrecourt screamed, and lifted her hands to her ears.
Good-morning." Father Benwell rang the bell when Lord Loring had left him. "Do the ladies drive out to-day at their usual hour?" he inquired, when the servant appeared. The man answered in the affirmative. The carriage was ordered at three o'clock. At half-past two Father Benwell slipped quietly into the gallery.
"I hope I have not offended you?" said Father Benwell. "You have made me ashamed of myself," Romayne answered, warmly. "On the day when I became a Catholic, I ought to have remembered Vange. Better late than never. I refuse to take shelter under the law I respect the moral right of the Church. I will at once restore the property which I have usurped."
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