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Once again the old battle is renewed 'twixt love and creed, and in her anguish this child of the modern world resolves to force herself to submit that she may save her love. Father Leadham can, he must, convince her. Has he not convinced Protestant clergymen and other learned people? Why not a poor, untutored girl such as her? But it was never to be.
It makes its own atmosphere. He can laugh I have seen it myself! but it is an event." As Lent went on, the mingling of curiosity and cool criticism with which Miss Fountain regarded her surroundings became perhaps more apparent. Father Leadham, in particular, detected the young lady's fasting experiments. He spoke of them to Helbeck as showing a lack of delicacy and good taste.
Such civility of late on the part of all the Catholic friends of Bannisdale towards Miss Fountain! a civility always on the watch, week by week, day by day that never yields itself for an instant, has never a human impulse, an unguarded tone. Father Leadham is there one day he makes a point of talking with Miss Fountain.
It was as though they had tested each other, with the result that each had found in the other something nobler and sincerer than they had expected to find. Laura might be spiritually destitute; but it was evident that since his conversation with her, Father Leadham had realised for the first time the "charms and gifts" which might be supposed to have captured Mr. Helbeck.
I do not know how long I may have to stay in your house and with her. I would not willingly cause you pain. I would gladly understand, at least, more than I do I should like to learn to be instructed. Would would Father Leadham, do you think, take the trouble to correspond with me to point me out the books, for instance, that I might read?" Helbeck's black eyes fastened themselves upon her.
The old Hall, as Helbeck and Father Leadham approached it, looked down upon a scene of animation to which in these latter days it was but little accustomed. The green spaces and gravelled walks in front of it were sprinkled with groups of children in a blue-and-white uniform.
His tone was dully contemptuous. "Wal I do feel like that, on'y more so; an' I'm goin' in all the same. Reckon I'm braver'n you, 'cause you ain't skeered." We entered the room. George Leadham was sitting by the bed. When he saw us he bent over the flushed face on the pillow, and said, slowly and distinctly: "Here's Mr. Spooner, my pretty; he's come. Do you hear?" She heard perfectly.
Father Leadham retired, while the Sisters knelt, each bowed profoundly on herself, eyes closed under her coif, hands clasped in front of her. What were they waiting for? Ah! there was the priest again, but in a changed dress a white cope of some splendour.
She looked miserably at her brother and asked for her beads. He put them across her hand, and then, bending over her chair, he said a "Hail Mary" and an "Our Father," in which she faintly joined. "And Alan will Father Leadham come to-morrow?" "Without fail." A little later Laura was in her old room with Sister Rosa. The doctor had paid his visit.
Fountain even is now quite afraid of him as she used to be." "If she would only die good lady! her brother might go to his own place," said the doctor impatiently. "To the Jesuits?" The doctor nodded. "Did he actually tell you that was his intention?" "No. But I guessed. And that Trinity man Leadham, who went over, gave me to understand the other day what the end would probably be.
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