MICH. Unless you’ll stay over the Sunday at Cleveheddon?
FATHER H. No, I’ve done my work in England, and I must be back among my people. I wanted to see the shrines on these two sister islands again before I died. I shall leave Saint Margaret’s to-morrow morning, get back to Cleveheddon, take the afternoon train up to London, and leave for Italy on Friday morning. You’ll come and see me at Majano?
MICH. When I can.
FATHER H. This winter?
MICH. No, not this winter. I shall be at work at once on the restorations now I’ve got all the money.
FATHER H. Strange that it should all come so soon within two or three months.
MICH. Yes, and from such different quarters of England—a thousand one day from Manchester—five hundred the next from some unheard-of village—and then the last great final gift last week.
FATHER H. It looks as if it all came from one giver?
MICH. Yes, I had thought that.
FATHER H. You don’t know of any one?