her maid.  It is a case of natural selection.  But it is amusing to think of him carrying on the old business in 193, and with credit!  I suppose his parents are to be pitied; but what better is the creature fit for?  Mama displeases me in consenting to act as housekeeper to old Grumpus.  I do not object to the fact, for it is prospective; but she should have insisted on another place of resort than Fallow field.  I do not agree with you in thinking her right in refusing a second marriage.  Her age does not shelter her from scandal in your Protestant communities.

’I am every day expecting Harry Jocelyn to turn up.

He was rightly sent away, for to think of the folly Evan put into his empty head!  No; he shall have another wife, and Protestantism shall be his forsaken mistress!

’See how your Louy has given up the world and its vanities!  You expected me to creep up to you contrite and whimpering?  On the contrary, I never felt prouder.  And I am not going to live a lazy life, I can assure you.  The Church hath need of me!  If only for the peace it hath given me on one point, I am eternally bound to serve it.

’Postscript:  I am persuaded of this; that it is utterly impossible for a man to be a true gentleman who is not of the true Church.  What it is I cannot say; but it is as a convert that I appreciate my husband.  Love is made to me, dear, for Catholics are human.  The other day it was a question whether a lady or a gentleman should be compromised.  It required the grossest fib.  The gentleman did not hesitate.  And why?  His priest was handy.  Fancy Lord Laxley in such a case.  I shudder.  This shows that your religion precludes any possibility of the being the real gentleman, and whatever Evan may think of himself, or Rose think of him, I know the thing.’

ETEXT EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS: 

A man to be trusted with the keys of anything
Because you loved something better than me
Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth
From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible
Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace
Gratuitous insult
How many degrees from love gratitude may be
In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody
It ’s us hard ones that get on best in the world
It is better for us both, of course
Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood
She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor
Sincere as far as she knew:  as far as one who loves may be
Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers
Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was
We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles