“So that was your heroine of the adventure, Wagram?” said the old Squire as they sat at breakfast the following morning.
“Yes. What did you think of her?”
“Poor girl.”
“Poor girl? Why?” asked Monsignor Culham.
“Spells Calmour.”
There was a laugh at this.
“He is a holy terror, Monsignor,” explained Haldane. “Sort of paints the town red at intervals. The whole lot of them are impossible, yet this girl seems an exception. She’s been away from home a long time, I believe, and, of course, that may account for it.”
“Possibly,” said the prelate. “I noticed her yesterday, and she seemed very devout. Are these people Catholics?”
“Not they. I don’t suppose they’re anything at all,” answered Haldane.
“Old Calmour was very ‘sky blue’ that day I called there,” said Wagram. “He groped right past me, and I was thankful he didn’t know me from Adam. He was certainly ‘talking’ when he couldn’t batter his own gate in.”