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And I have painful associations with the house which disincline me ever to enter it again." Even this confession failed to move Father Benwell. He obstinately crossed his arms, obstinately tapped his foot on the floor. "No!" he said. "Plead as generously as you may, my answer is, No." Romayne only became more resolute on his side. "The property is absolutely my own," he persisted.
"My young friend, you have not only done no wrong you have shown the most commendable discretion. I will detain you no longer from your duties. Go to Mr. Romayne, and say that I wish to speak with him." Mr. Mortleman dropped on one knee, and begged for a blessing. Father Benwell lifted the traditional two fingers, and gave the blessing.
When she spoke of "her humble position," she invariably referred to some offense offered to her dignity, and she was invariably ready to state the grievance at full length. Ignorant of this peculiarity, Father Benwell committed a fatal error. He inquired, with courteous interest, what the housekeeper's "trials" might be. "Oh, sir, they are beneath your notice!" said Miss Notman modestly.
"He might have succeeded, Father Benwell, if he had chosen to go on." This reply, as you may easily imagine, took me by surprise. "Are you really so obdurate that Arthur despairs of your conversion?" I asked. "Nothing of the sort! I have thought and thought of it and I can tell you I was more than ready to meet him half way." "Then where is the obstacle?" I exclaimed.
You have never yet pointed out to me the manner in which I might devote my money to the best and noblest uses. Was it forgetfulness on your part?" Father Benwell shook his head. "No," he replied; "I can't honestly say that." "Then you had a reason for your silence?" "Yes." "May I not know it?" Father Benwell got up and walked to the fireplace.
The time had been when Romayne would have asked for some explanation of this abrupt notice of removal. Now, he passively accepted the advice of his spiritual director. Father Benwell made the necessary communication to the authorities, and Romayne took leave of his friends in The Retreat. The great Jesuit and the great landowner left the place, with becoming humility, in a cab.
AFTER a lapse of a few days, Father Benwell was again a visitor at Ten Acres Lodge by Romayne's invitation. The priest occupied the very chair, by the study fireside, in which Penrose had been accustomed to sit. "It is really kind of you to come to me," said Romayne, "so soon after receiving my acknowledgment of your letter.
"It is so good of you, Father, to honor me in this way," she said with the appearance of sixteen super-induced upon the reality of sixty. Father Benwell was an adept at moral disguises of all kinds. On this occasion he wore the disguise of pastoral simplicity. "I am an idle old man at this hour of the afternoon," he said. "I hope I am not keeping you from any household duties?"
"Is this the gentleman who is to assist Mr. Romayne?" Father Benwell presented his young friend. "Arthur Penrose, my lord. I ventured to suggest that he should call here to-day, in case you wished to put any questions to him." "Quite needless, after your recommendation," Lord Loring answered, graciously. "Mr. Penrose could not have come here at a more appropriate time. As it happens, Mr.
It's well there were wiser people than you to keep your secret." "Don't speak too positively, mama. Lewis may find it out yet." "Is that one of your presentiments?" "Yes." "How is he to find it out, if you please?" "I am afraid, through Father Benwell. Yes! yes! I know you only think him a fawning old hypocrite you don't fear him as I do.
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