“John Rieler,” said Clarence, “at your age you ought to be ashamed of yourself. You ought to know your Dickens. Read Martin Chuzzlewit, and start tonight.”
“No,” continued Clarence, “I disavow here and now, forever and forever, the squint-eyed goddess of adventure. I thought I was in her hands; but now I firmly believe that all along I was in the loving hands of God.”
Father Keenan, who had preceded the party, was now seen coming down the steps of the faculty building. He was doing his best to carry off his Indian immobility of face, but with partial success.
“Clarence,” he cried, “come here.”
“Another adventure,” said Rieler.
Clarence turned deathly pale. Something had happened—something serious.
“Oh, Father, what is it?” he cried running to the side of the Rector.
CHAPTER XX
In which there is another joyful reunion, and Clarence presents an important letter to the Rector of Campion College.
“Clarence,” said Father Keenan, “there’s good news.”