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Thus far the Jesuit had modestly described himself to his reverend colleagues, as regarding his position toward Romayne in a new light. His next letter might boldly explain to them what he had really meant. The triumph was won. Not a word more passed between his guest and himself that morning.
That's the lot, I think, according to the best authorities. Do you know any others?" "I beg pardon, what?" said Romayne, looking up from his fried pork and potatoes. "Those are all I have learned in English at least," said Nora. "I am keen for some more. They are Oxford, I believe. Have you any others?" Mr. Romayne diverted his attention from his dinner. "What is she talking about, Miss Gwynne?
Eyrecourt this morning, from Doctor Wybrow. It is dated, "Castel Gandolpho, near Rome." Here the doctor is established during the hot months and here he has seen Romayne, in attendance on the "Holy Father," in the famous summer palace of the Popes. How he obtained the interview Mrs. Eyrecourt is not informed.
We passed a church a Roman Catholic church, of course the doors of which were still open. Some poor women were kneeling at their prayers in the dim light. "Wait a minute," said Romayne. "I am in a vile temper. Let me try to put myself into a better frame of mind." I followed him into the church. He knelt down in a dark corner by himself. I confess I was surprised.
Romayne yielded he placed himself unreservedly in our hands. In a quarter of an hour the fog lifted a little. Romayne's composure, as they faced each other, was, in a man of his irritable nervous temperament, really wonderful. I placed him sidewise, in a position which in some degree lessened his danger, by lessening the surface exposed to the bullet.
Romayne held out his hand for the will, in silence. He was still watching his son. There were but few more sticks now left to be thrown in the fire. Father Benwell interfered, for the first time. "One word, Mr. Romayne, before you examine that document," he said. Beyond that it authorizes and even desires you to make any changes which you or your trusted legal adviser may think right.
You and Stella seemed to get on together admirably that evening when you dined with us. Have you forgotten what you told me of her influence over you? Or have you altered your opinion and is that the reason why you keep away from us?" Romayne answered: "My opinion remains unchanged. All that I said to you of Miss Eyrecourt, I believe as firmly as ever."
"I am not deaf, dear Romayne, and I am not to be put down by any ill-timed exhibition of, what I may call, domestic ferocity. Father Benwell sets you an example of Christian moderation. Do, please, follow it." Romayne refused to follow it. "Talk on any other topic that you like, Mrs. Eyrecourt.
I couldn't live in a house without pictures." Father Benwell looked at Winterfield. "Another taste in common between you and Mr. Romayne," he said, "besides your liking for dogs." This at once produced the desired result. Romayne eagerly invited Winterfield to see his pictures. "There are not many of them," he said. "But they are really worth looking at. When will you come?"
"You had better not have asked me here," he said to Romayne, in his quaintly good-humored way. "I can't part with those pictures when I say good-by to-day. You will find me calling here again and again, till you are perfectly sick of me. Look at this sea piece. Who thinks of the brushes and palette of that painter? There, truth to Nature and poetical feeling go hand in hand together.
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