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belong, she is not Mrs. Romayne--she is Mrs. Winterfield, living

with you in adultery. If you regret your conversion--"



"I don't regret it, Father Benwell."

"If you renounce the holy aspirations which you have yourself



acknowledged to me, return to your domestic life. But don't ask

us, while you are living with that lady, to respect you as a



member of our communion."

Romayne was silent. The more violent emotions aroused in him had,



with time, subsided into calm. Tenderness, mercy, past affection,

found their opportunity, and pleaded with him. The priest's bold



language had missed the object at which it aimed. It had revived

in Romayne's memory the image of Stella in the days when he had



first seen her. How gently her influence had wrought on him for

good! how tenderly, how truly, she had loved him. "Give me some



more wine!" he cried. "I feel faint and giddy. Don't despise me,

Father Benwell--I was once so fond of her!"



The priest poured out the wine. "I feel for you," he said.

"Indeed, indeed, I feel for you."



It was not all a lie--there were grains of truth in that outburst

of sympathy. Father Benwell was not whollymerciless. His



far-seeing intellect, his daring duplicity, carried him straight

on to his end in view. But, that end once gained--and, let it be



remembered, not gained, in this case, whol ly for himself--there

were compassionate impulses left in him which sometimes forced



their way to the surface. A man of high intelligence--however he

may misuse it, however unworthy he may be of it--has a gift from



Heaven. When you want to see unredeemed wickedness, look for it

in a fool.



"Let me mention one circumstance," Father Benwell proceeded,

"which may help to relieve you for the moment. In your present



state of mind, you cannot return to The Retreat."

"Impossible!"



"I have had a room prepared for you in this house. Here, free

from any disturbing influence, you can shape the future course of



your life. If you wish to communicate with your residence at

Highgate--"



"Don't speak of it!"

Father Benwell sighed. "Ah, I understand!" he said, sadly. "The



house associated with Mr. Winterfield's visit--"

Romayne again interrupted him--this time by gesture only. The



hand that had made the sign clinched itself when it rested

afterward on the table. His eyes looked downward, under frowning



brows. At the name of Winterfield, remembrances that poisoned

every better influence in him rose venomously in his mind. Once



more he loathed the deceit that had been practiced on him. Once

more the detestable doubt of that asserted parting at the church



door renewed its stealthy torment, and reasoned with him as if in

words: She has deceived you in one thing; why not in another?



"Can I see my lawyer here?" he asked, suddenly.

"My dear Romayne, you can see any one whom you like to invite."



"I shall not trouble you by staying very long, Father Benwell."

"Do nothing in a hurry, my son. Pray do nothing in a hurry!"



Romayne paid no attention to this entreaty. Shrinking from the

momentous decision that awaited him, his mind instinctively took



refuge in the prospect of change of scene. "I shall leave

England," he said, impatiently.



"Not alone!" Father Benwell remonstrated.

"Who will be my companion?"



"I will," the priest answered.

Romayne's weary eyes brightened faintly. In his desolate



position, Father Benwell was the one friend on whom he could

rely. Penrose was far away; the Lorings had helped to keep him



deceived; Major Hynd had openly pitied and despised him as a

victim to priestcraft.



"Can you go with me at any time?" he asked. "Have you no duties

that keep you in England?"



"My duties, Romayne, are already confided to other hands."

"Then you have foreseen this?"






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