On the same afternoon Percy received a visitor.
There was nothing exceptional about him; and Percy, as he came downstairs in his walking-dress and looked at him in the light from the tall parlour-window, came to no conclusion at all as to his business and person, except that he was not a Catholic.
“You wished to see me,” said the priest, indicating a chair.
“I fear I must not stop long.”
“I shall not keep you long,” said the stranger eagerly. “My business is done in five minutes.”
Percy waited with his eyes cast down.
“A—a certain person has sent me to you. She was a Catholic once; she wishes to return to the Church.”
Percy made a little movement with his head. It was a message he did not very often receive in these days.
“You will come, sir, will you not? You will promise me?”
The man seemed greatly agitated; his sallow face showed a little shining with sweat, and his eyes were piteous.