corrupt. By what inscrutable fatality do some men find their way
into spheres that are
unworthy of them? Oh, Penrose, if the
priests of your Order were all like you, how easily I should be
converted! These were Romayne's thoughts, in the
stillness of the
first hours of the morning. The books of which his lost friend
had
spoken were close by him on the table. He opened one of them,
and turned to a page marked by pencil lines. His
sensitive nature
was troubled to its inmost depths. The
confession of that Faith
which had upheld Penrose was before him in words. The
impulse was
strong in him to read those words, and think over them again.
He trimmed his lamp, and bent his mind on his book. While he was
still
reading, the ball at Lord Loring's house came to its end.
Stella and Lady Loring were alone together, talking of him,
before they
retired to their rooms.
"Forgive me for owning it
plainly," said Lady Loring--"I think
you and your mother are a little too ready to
suspect Father
Benwell without any discoverable cause. Thousands of people go to
Clovelly, and Beaupark House is one of the show-places in the
neighborhood. Is there a little Protestant
prejudice in this new
idea of yours?"
Stella made no reply; she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.
Lady Loring went on.
"I am open to
conviction, my dear. If you will only tell me what
interest Father Benwell can have in
knowing about you and
Winterfield--"
Stella suddenly looked up. "Let us speak of another person," she
said; "I own I don't like Father Benwell. As you know, Romayne
has concealed nothing from me. Ought I to have any concealments
from _him?_ Ought I not to tell him about Winterfield?"
Lady Loring started. "You
astonish me," she said. "What right has
Romayne to know it?"
"What right have I to keep it a secret from him?"
"My dear Stella! if you had been in any way to blame in that
miserable matter, I should be the last person in the world to
advise you to keep it a secret. But you are
innocent of all
blame. No man--not even the man who is soon to be your
husband--has a right to know what you have so unjustly suffered.
Think of the
humiliation of even
speaking of it to Romayne!"
"I daren't think of it," cried Stella
passionately. "But if it is
my duty--"
"It is your duty to consider the consequences," Lady Loring
interposed. "You don't know how such things sometimes rankle in a
man's mind. He may be
perfectlywilling to do you justice--and
yet, there may be moments when he would doubt if you had told him
the whole truth. I speak with the experience of a married woman.
Don't place yourself in _that_ position toward your husband, if
you wish for a happy married life."
Stella was not quite convinced yet. "Suppose Romayne finds it
out?" she said.
"He can't possibly find it out. I
detest Winterfield, but let us
do him justice. He is no fool. He has his position in the world
to keep up--and that is enough of itself to close his lips. And
as for others, there are only three people now in England who
_could_
betray you. I suppose you can trust your mother, and Lord
Loring, and me?"
It was
needless to answer such a question as that. Before Stella
could speak again, Lord Loring's voice was
audible outside the
door. "What! talking still," he exclaimed. "Not in bed yet?"
"Come in!" cried his wife. "Let us hear what my husband thinks,"
she said to Stella.
Lord Loring listened with the closest attention while the subject
under
discussion was communicated to him. When the time came to
give his opinion, he sided unhesitatingly with his wife.
"If the fault was yours, even in the slightest degree," he said
to Stella, "Romayne would have a right to be taken into your
confidence. But, my dear child, we, who know the truth, know you
to be a pure and
innocent woman. You go to Romayne in every way
worthy of him, and you know that he loves you. If you did tell
him that
miserable story, he could only pity you. Do you want to
be pitied?"
Those last unanswerable words brought the
debate to an end. From
that moment the subject was dropped.
There was still one other person among the guests at the ball who