“He’ll never make a will now!”
“Have we not already made one for him?” said the steward.
The priest shook his head—“That deed, my friend, will never bear the light. We stand in a dangerous position; and had not the old man fainted, we were ruined. Even now the mischief is not abated—he talks of nothing but his daughter, and raves about the duty of forgiveness which a father should extend to an erring child. What is to be done?”
The steward mused for a minute—his brows contracted, and a dark expression passed across his face. “Father,” he said, “the intruder must be removed.”
The Jesuit looked at his companion, but spoke not. The look, however, said—“Would that it were done!”
“Money will effect it,” said the steward.
The Jesuit continued silent, and then carelessly observed, “I would give a thousand pounds this cursed interview had not occurred!”
“Would you, holy father, give as much to prevent a seeond?” asked the steward.
The Jesuit nodded.
“Enough; I shall act promptly now. Hark! A knock at the door! Come in!”