"Why, my dear fellow, there are hundreds. Let me see! On the Fathers, Basil and the two Gregories. Let me see! Haven't you—my memory is failing—haven't you Cardinal Newman's essays on these Fathers?"
"Well? You don't want me to give a verbatim version of Cardinal Newman, surely, do you?"
"Let me see! Why, we have hundreds of English Catholic writers on these subjects. What in the world is becoming of my memory? Why, we have whole libraries in the English language on these subjects! Isn't there Alzog and—and—Darras?—"
"I have Darras," he cried triumphantly.
"Well, look it up, and see all you can get about St. Basil."
"But their writings! Wouldn't it be nice to give Greek extracts from their sermons and homilies?"
"'T would indeed. Well, I'll look up all the old catalogues I have kept, and let you know about books of reference. Meanwhile, commence somewhere by way of preface. Now, what are you going to do about that fishing-boat? Ormsby says it is certainly a troublesome and may be a perilous enterprise!"
"It's gone too far now to draw back," said Father Letheby. "The Board has yielded at last, thanks to Ormsby himself."
"They'll advance all the money?"
"No; two thirds; four hundred pounds."