"I suppose so," said Father Letheby, gloomily.
"I should rather think not," said Father Duff, who was quietly turning over the leaves of an album. "Depend upon it, the Board of Works never allowed her to leave her wharf without having her fully insured, at least for the amount payable by the Board!"
"Do you think so?" said Father Letheby, as the cloud lifted a little at these words.
"I know it," said Father Duff, emphatically.
After a little time, and ever so many expressions of sympathy, the guests departed and left us alone. In a few minutes a knock came to the door, and Lizzie summoned Father Letheby.
"You're wanting just for a minute, sir."
He went out, leaving the door ajar. I heard Father Duff saying with emphasis:—
"I am deputed to tell you, Letheby, that we are all determined to stand by you in this affair, no matter what it costs. As for myself, I want to assure you that if you are good enough to trust me, I can see my way to tide you over the crisis."
"Ten thousand thanks, Duff," Father Letheby replied. "I shall show you my friendship for you by demanding your assistance should I need it."
He came in to tell me.