THE HARVEST IS REAPED.
ON their way through the streets, Father Benwell talked as persistently of the news of the day as if he had nothing else in his thoughts.To keep his companion's mind in a state of suspense was, in certain emergencies, to exert a useful preparatory influence over a man of Romayne's character.Even when they reached his lodgings, the priest still hesitated to approach the object that he had in view.He made considerate inquiries, in the character of a hospitable man.
"They breakfast early at The Retreat," he said."What may I offer you?""I want nothing, thank you," Romayne answered, with an effort to control his habitual impatience of needless delay.
"Pardon me--we have a long interview before us, I fear.Our bodily necessities, Romayne (excuse me if I take the friendly liberty of suppressing the formal 'Mr.')--our bodily necessities are not to be trifled with.A bottle of my famous claret, and a few biscuits, will not hurt either of us." He rang the bell, and gave the necessary directions "Another damp day!" he went on cheerfully."I hope you don't pay the rheumatic penalties of a winter residence in England? Ah, this glorious country would be too perfect if it possessed the delicious climate of Rome!"The wine and biscuits were brought in.Father Benwell filled the glasses and bowed cordially to his guest.
"Nothing of this sort at The Retreat!" he said gayly."Excellent water, I am told--which is a luxury in its way, especially in London.Well, my dear Romayne, I must begin by ****** my apologies.You no doubt thought me a little abrupt in running away with you from your retirement at a moment's notice?""I believed that you had good reasons, Father--and that was enough for me.""Thank you--you do me justice--it was in your best interests that I acted.There are men of phlegmatic temperament, over whom the wise monotony of discipline at The Retreat exercises a wholesome influence--I mean an influence which may be prolonged with advantage.You are not one of those persons.Protracted seclusion and monotony of life are morally and mentally unprofitable to a man of your ardent disposition.I abstained from mentioning these reasons, at the time, out of a feeling of regard for our excellent resident director, who believes unreservedly in the institution over which he presides.Very good! The Retreat has done all that it could usefully do in your case.We must think next of how to employ that mental activity which, rightly developed, is one of the most valuable qualities that you possess.Let me ask, first, if you have in some degree recovered your tranquillity?""I feel like a different man, Father Benwell.""That's right! And your nervous sufferings--I don't ask what they are; I only want to know if you experience a sense of relief?""A most welcome sense of relief," Romayne answered, with a revival of the enthusiasm of other days."The complete change in all my thoughts and convictions which I owe to you--""And to dear Penrose," Father Benwell interposed, with the prompt sense of justice which no man could more becomingly assume."We must not forget Arthur.""Forget him?" Romayne repeated."Not a day passes without my thinking of him.It is one of the happy results of the change in me that my mind does not dwell bitterly on the loss of him now.Ithink of Penrose with admiration, as of one whose glorious life, with all its dangers, I should like to share!"He spoke with a rising color and brightening eyes.Already, the absorbent capacity of the Roman Church had drawn to itself that sympathetic side of his character which was also one of its strongest sides.Already, his love for Penrose--hitherto inspired by the virtues of the man--had narrowed its range to sympathy with the trials and privileges of the priest.Truly and deeply, indeed, had the physician consulted, in bygone days, reasoned on Romayne's case! That "occurrence of some new and absorbing influence in his life," of which the doctor had spoken--that "working of some complete change in his habits of thought"--had found its way to him at last, after the wife's ****** devotion had failed, through the subtler ministrations of the priest.
Some men, having Father Benwell's object in view, would have taken instant advantage of the opening offered to them by Romayne's unguarded enthusiasm.The illustrious Jesuit held fast by the wise maxim which forbade him to do anything in a hurry.
"No," he said, "your life must not be the life of our dear friend.The service on which the Church employs Penrose is not the fit service for you.You have other claims on us."Romayne looked at his spiritual adviser with a momentary change of expression--a relapse into the ironical bitterness of the past time.
"Have you forgotten that I am, and can be, only a layman?" he asked."What claims can I have, except the common claim of all faithful members of the Church on the good offices of the priesthood?" He paused for a moment, and continued with the abruptness of a man struck by a new idea."Yes! I have perhaps one small aim of my own--the claim of being allowed to do my duty.""In what respect, dear Romayne?"
"Surely you can guess? I am a rich man; I have money lying idle, which it is my duty (and my privilege) to devote to the charities and necessities of the Church.And, while I am speaking of this, I must own that I am a little surprised at your having said nothing to me on the subject.You have never yet pointed out to me the manner in which I might devote my money to the best and noblest uses.Was it forgetfulness on your part?"Father Benwell shook his head."No," he replied; "I can't honestly say that.""Then you had a reason for your silence?""Yes."
"May I not know it?"
