dangerous as well."
"Dangerous! In what way?"
"This is for your private ear, Arthur. She is in love with
Romayne. Wait a minute! And Lady Loring--unless I am entirely
mistaken in what I observed--knows it and favors it. The
beautiful Stella may be the
destruction of all our hopes, unless
we keep Romayne out of her way."
These words were
whispered with an
earnestness and
agitationwhich surprised Penrose. His superior's equanimity was not easily
overthrown. "Are you sure, Father, of what you say?" he asked.
"I am quite sure--or I should not have spoken."
"Do you think Mr. Romayne returns the feeling?"
"Not yet, luckily. You must use your first friendly influence
over him--what is her name? Her
surname, I mean."
"Eyrecourt. Miss Stella Eyrecourt."
"Very well. You must use your influence (when you are quite sure
that it _is_ an influence) to keep Mr. Romayne away from Miss
Eyrecourt."
Penrose looked embarrassed. "I am afraid I should hardly know how
to do that," he said "But I should naturally, as his assistant,
encourage him to keep to his studies."
Whatever Arthur's superior might
privately think of Arthur's
reply, he received it with
outwardindulgence. "That will come to
the same thing," he said. "Besides, when I get the information I
want--this is
strictly between ourselves--I may be of some use in
placing
obstacles in the lady's way."
Penrose started. "Information!" he
repeated. "What information?"
"Tell me something before I answer you," said Father Benwell.
"How old do you take Miss Eyrecourt to be?"
"I am not a good judge in such matters. Between twenty and
twenty-five, perhaps?"
"We will take her age at that
estimate, Arthur. In former years,
I have had opportunities of studying women's
characters in the
confessional. Can you guess what my experience tells me of Miss
Eyrecourt?"
"No, indeed!"
"A lady is not in love for the first time when she is between
twenty and twenty-five years old--that is my experience," said
Father Benwell. "If I can find a person
capable of informing me,
I may make some
valuable discoveries in the earlier history of
Miss Eyrecourt's life. No more, now. We had better return to our
friends."
CHAPTER V.
FATHER BENWELL MISSES.
THE group before the picture which had been the subject of
dispute was broken up. In one part of the
gallery, Lady Loring
and Stella were
whispering together on a sofa. In another part,
Lord Loring was
speakingprivately to Romayne.
"Do you think you will like Mr. Penrose?" his
lordship asked.
"Yes--so far as I can tell at present. He seems to be
modest and
intelligent."
"You are looking ill, my dear Romayne. Have you again heard the
voice that haunts you?"
Romayne answered with
evidentreluctance. "I don't know why," he
said--"but the dread of
hearing it again has oppressed me all
this morning. To tell you the truth, I came here in the hope that
the change might
relieve me."
"Has it done so?"
"Yes--thus far."
"Doesn't that suggest, my friend, that a greater change might be
of use to you?"
"Don't ask me about it, Loring! I can go through my ordeal--but I
hate
speaking of it."
"Let us speak of something else then," said Lord Loring. "What do
you think of Miss Eyrecourt?"
"A very
striking face; full of expression and
character. Leonardo
would have painted a noble
portrait of her. But there is
something in her manner--" He stopped,
unwilling or
unable to
finish the
sentence.