"My dear," she resumed, "I wish you could get rid of that priest, that Mackworth. He is irksome to me."
"He was recommended to my especial care by my mother," was Densil's reply. "If you could let him stay I should much rather."
"Oh, let him stay!" said she; "he is too contemptible for me to annoy myself about. But I distrust him, Densil. He has a lowering look sometimes."
"He is talented and agreeable," said Densil; "but I never liked him."
The listener turned to go, having heard enough, but was arrested by her continuing—
"By the by, my love, do you know that that impudent girl Norah has been secretly married this three months?"
The priest listened more intently than ever.
"Who to?" asked Densil.
"To James, your keeper."
"I am glad of that. That lad James stuck to me in prison, Susan, when they all left me. She is a fine, faithful creature, too. Mind you give her a good scolding."