“True,” said the other. “In the meantime bring them into the parlor until I try what can be done.”
“Take the Bishop upon the father's affection for him,” said the priest.
“You are right. I am glad you mentioned it.”
“The poor man will break his heart,” said the priest.
“He will,” responded the Counsellor smiling.
“So will the mother, too,” said the priest, with an arch look.
“And the whole family,” replied the Counsellor.
“Go up instantly,” said the priest; “you have often got a worse fee.”
“And, perhaps, with less prospect of success,” said the other. “Gentlemen, have the goodness to walk into the parlor for a few minutes, while I endeavor to soften my brother a little, if I can, upon this untoward business.”
When the priest and his two friends entered the parlor, which was elegantly furnished, they stood for a moment to survey it.