“Because we were in the midst of a very interesting conversation on idolatry and on worship in groves, when Lady St. Jerome summoned us to our drive. This seems a grove where one might worship.”
“Father Coleman ought to be at Rome,” said Miss Arundel. “He was to have passed Holy Week there. I know not why he changed his plans.”
“Are you angry with him for it?”
“No, not angry, but surprised; surprised that any one might be at Rome, and yet be absent from it.”
“You like Rome?”
“I have never been there. It is the wish of my life.”
“May I say to you what you said to me just now—why?”
“Naturally, because I would wish to witness the ceremonies of the Church in their most perfect form.”
“But they are fulfilled in this country, I have heard, with much splendor and precision.”
Miss Arundel shook her head.