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Yet, after all, perhaps the best thing that could have happened for her was what you believed until you were corrected happened in Sihasset. Baron Griffin will tell you that I speak the truth when I say that the next best thing was her own death." Mark inclined his head, for he had heard something of the reputation of Luigi del Farno, when he was in Florence.
There is something I cannot tell you yet that may bring you consolation. Some day I will tell you. In the meantime, trust me. I see no way now by which I can fully justify your faith in my efforts, but I will try. I promise you that I will try." So they parted, and Mark was driven back to Sihasset alone.
An instant after, he could have bitten his tongue with chagrin. "But don't you take the manhood into account in dealing with your clergy?" To Mark's surprise the Bishop was not offended by the plain reference to the unpleasant scene in the rectory at Sihasset. "Thank you; thank you kindly, Mr. Griffin, for giving me such an excellent opening. I really wanted you to say something like that.
Poor girl, she was as good as a court would let her be; and here in Sihasset she repented. But she believed in her lover, which I never did. I knew his reputation, but she would not listen to a word against him. Now you have the whole story." "And you," Mark managed to say, "you are the real Grand Duchess now. What a misfortune!"
The autumn tints were full on the trees in Sihasset, but the air was still balmy enough to make the veranda of Father Murray's residence far more pleasant than indoors. The Pastor had returned. Pipe in hand, wearing his comfortable old cassock, and with a smile of ineffable peace on his face, he sat chatting with Saunders. The detective was evidently as pleased as Father Murray.
Reluctantly Mark at last sought the rectory, where the Bishop and Monsignore awaited him. And almost desperately he sought to evade Ann, whose dinner had been kept waiting. Seeing the attempt was vain, he threw up his hands. "Both hands up, Ann. I claim the protection of the Bishop." And Ann, not displeased, went on her way. All Sihasset was in the little church next morning. Mrs.
Never before had they known the Minister of a Kingdom to step within the boundaries of Sihasset. Bishops had been seen there before, but Ministers were new, and international weddings had never come nearer than the great metropolis. Barons, too, were scarce, and who loves a baron provided he is not an American "baron" any more than the simon-pure Yankee?
"Her mother was my twin sister, and she herself has been as a daughter to me ever since I first saw her, a babe in arms," replied Father Murray. "Let us go." Madame Neuville rushed toward the great house, but the two men stepped back through the tree and hurriedly returned to Sihasset.
Do you see why I suggest that Sihasset is greatly honored to-day?" Mark could not conceal his astonishment. "But why under heaven," he said, "should a foreign diplomat be mixed up in a camp of Slavic laborers?" "There are strange things in diplomacy," said Father Murray. "And stranger things in Sihasset when the town constable has so much interest in your taking of tea at Killimaga.
His wonderful seminary on the heights had once seemed the greatest thing in the world to him, but now it was less than the marble altars Mark had ordered for the little church only yesterday. He remembered the crowds that had hung upon his eloquence in the city, but now he knew that his very soul was mirrored in the simple discourses to his poor in Sihasset.
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