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Catholic--"

Romayne's temper gave way once more.



"If anything can make me a Catholic," he said, "your interference

will do it. "



"Out of sheer perversity, dear Romayne?"

"Not at all, Mrs. Eyrecourt. If I became a Catholic, I might



escape from the society of ladies, in the refuge of a monastery."

Mrs. Eyrecourt hit him back again with the readiest dexterity.



"Remain a Protestant, my dear, and go to your club. There is a

refuge for you from the ladies--a monastery, with nice little



dinners, and all the newspapers and periodicals." Having launched

this shaft, she got up, and recovered her easy courtesy of look



and manner. "I am so much obliged to you, Father Benwell. I have

not offended you, I hope and trust?"



"You have done me a service, dear Mrs. Eyrecourt. But for your

salutory caution, I _might_ have drifted into controversial



subjects. I shall be on my guard now."

"How very good of you! We shall meet again, I hope, under more



agreeable circumstances. After that politeallusion to a

monastery, I understand that my visit to my son-in-law may as



well come to an end. Please don't forget five o'clock tea at my

house."



As she approached the door, it was opened from the outer side.

Her daughter met her half-way. "Why are you here, mamma?" Stella



asked.

"Why, indeed, my love! You had better leave the room with me. Our



amiable Romayne's present idea is to relieve himself of our

society by retiring to a monastery. Don't you see Father



Benwell?"

Stella coldly returned the priest's bow--and looked at Romayne.



She felt a vague forewarning of what had happened. Mrs. Eyrecourt

proceeded to enlighten her, as an appropriate expression of



gratitude. "We are indeed indebted to Father Benwell, my dear. He

has been most considerate and kind--"



Romayne interrupted her without ceremony. "Favor me," he said,

addressing his wife, "by inducing Mrs. Eyrecourt to continue her



narrative in some other room."

Stella was hardly conscious of what her mother or her husband had



said. She felt that the priest's eyes were on her. Under any

other circumstances, Father Benwell's good breeding and knowledge



of the world would have impelled him to take his departure. As

things were, he knew perfectly well that the more seriously



Romayne was annoyed, in his presence, the better his own private

interests would be served. Accordingly, he stood apart, silently



observant of Stella. In spite of Winterfield's reassuring reply

to her letter, Stella instinctively suspected and dreaded the



Jesuit. Under the spell of those watchful eyes she trembled

inwardly; her customary tact deserted her; she made an indirect



apology to the man whom she hated and feared.

"Whatever my mother may have said to you, Father Benwell, has



been without my knowledge."

Romayne attempted to speak, but Father Benwell was too quick for



him.

"Dear Mrs. Romayne, nothing has been said which needs any



disclaimer on your part."

"I should think not!" Mrs. Eyrecourt added. "Really, Stella, I



don't understand you. Why may I not say to Father Benwell what

you said to Mr. Penrose? You trusted Mr. Penrose as your friend.



I can tell you this--I am quite sure you may trust Father

Benwell."



Once more Romayne attempted to speak. And, once more, Father

Benwell was beforehand with him.



"May I hope," said the priest, with a finely ironical smile,

"that Mrs. Romayne agrees with her excellent mother?"



With all her fear of him, the exasperating influence of his tone

and his look was more than Stella could endure. Before she could



restrain them, the rash words flew out of her lips.

"I am not sufficiently well acquainted with you, Father Benwell,



to express an opinion."




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