"But why did you not tell him?"
"I was ordered to keep silence. The Prior said that he would tell him the whole story in good time. They sent me away, and, after a time, I heard from Father Cristoforo that he was gone, and had found a tutorship in an English family, that he vowed never to bear the name of Luttrell any more, and that the way was open for me to claim my own rights, as the woman Vincenza Vasari had been found and made confession."
"So you came to England with that object?"
"With the object, first," said Dino, lifting his face from his crossed arms, "of seeing him and asking him whether he was resolved to despoil himself of his name and fortune. I would not have raised a hand to do either, but, if he himself did it, I thought that I might pick up what he threw away. Not for myself, but for the Church to which I belong. The Church should have it all."
"Would you give it away?" cried Hugo.
"I am to be a monk. A monk has no property," was Dino's answer. "I wanted to be sure that he did not repent of his decision before I moved a finger."
"You seem to have no scruple about despoiling Miss Murray of her goods," said Hugo, drily.
A fresh gleam shot from the young man's eyes.
"Miss Murray is a woman," he said, briefly. "She does not need an estate. She will marry."
"Marry Brian Luttrell, perhaps."