'Father—you remember a girl—at the Villa?'
The priest made a sign of assent.
'Well—I have been through Italy—with that girl's voice in my ears—and, as it were, her eyes rather than my own. I have been searching for her for weeks. She has hidden herself from me. But I shall find her!—now or later—here or elsewhere.'
'And then?'
'Well, then,—I shall know some "eventful living"!'
He drew a long breath.
'And you hope for success?'
'Hope?' said Manisty, passionately. 'I live on something more nourishing than that!'
The priest lifted his eyebrows.
'You are so certain?'