Part 32 (1/2)
”Precisely my opinion, but I wasted nothe flat I met a y eyelids 'What are you doing here?' said he 'Paying a an to call me unpleasant names, but I brushed him on one side, and went home to wash my hands I pity that poor lady, that has leaped fro pan into the fire”
”And there your enquiries ended?” suggested Clark
”I paid my respects to his Lordshi+p, a kindly oldof Denis Quirk,' said he, because, as I understood, his lips were closed by the seal of Confession 'But,' he asked me, 'what do you think of hi as a ht,' said he What do you think of my mission, Mr
Green?”
”With you, I consider it not altogether a failure,” the clergyht, ”If all Roman Catholics were like you, ould all be Roman Catholics”
”There are many better than I, and a feorse You must make allowances for the weaknesses of human nature,” the priest answered ”Coe”
”Did you see Desmond O'Connor on your way home?” asked Dr Marsh
Molly Healy, from her secluded place, strained her ears to catch her brother's answer
”Naturally I did,” he said ”Desreat man now, a partner in the fir money, they tell me”
With this he intended to content the him back to your Church?”
”I did not try There are seasons to speak and seasons to say nothing
It was not the tiue with him”
”Why not the time? You could have put him on the broad of his back,”
said Dr Marsh
”To what purpose? I was not there to quarrel with hie!”
Molly Healy, in the quiet of the garden, turned her eyes towards the dark, li was in her ears To it she often turned in her moments of depression, when she walked in those lower depths of melancholy that are occasional with natures which hts of happiness and merriment It seemed to her that the ocean was responsive to her moods, that it answered back hertowards it now, she whispered:
”Deset Malone praying for hiet what she asked for”
Therewith she followed the ae
CHAPTER XVIII
THROUGH THE GORGE
Kathleen O'Connor had been spending the day with Mrs Sheridan, and was returning slowly, laden with the gossip of the countryside, her rein hanging loosely on Douglas' neck
She hadht of Desmond was alith her; she could not reconcile herself to his professed want of faith Though Father Healy told her to have no fear, and Mrs Quirk bade her trust in God, she carried a heavy heart for her brother