go; but I don't
want to think of going now. I can't."

Butler's brow darkened again. What was the use of all this opposition on
her part? Did she really imagine that she was going to master him--her
father, and in connection with such an issue as this? How impossible!
But tempering his voice as much as possible, he went on, quite softly,
in fact. "But it would be so fine for ye, Aileen. Ye surely can't expect
to stay here after--" He paused, for he was going to say "what has
happened." He knew she was very sensitive on that point. His own conduct
in hunting her down had been such a breach of fatherly courtesy that he
knew she felt resentful, and in a way properly so. Still, what could be
greater than her own crime? "After," he concluded, "ye have made such
a mistake ye surely wouldn't want to stay here. Ye won't be wantin' to
keep up that--committin' a mortal sin. It's against the laws of God and
man."

He did so hope the thought of sin would come to Aileen--the enormity of
her crime from a spiritual point of view--but Aileen did not see it at
all.

"You don't understand me, father," she exclaimed, hopelessly toward the
end. "You can't. I have one idea, and you have another. But I don't seem
to be able to make you understand now. The fact is, if you want to know
it, I don't believe in the Catholic Church any more, so there."

The moment Aileen had said this she wished she had not. It was a slip of
the tongue. Butler's face took on an inexpressibly sad, despairing look.

"Ye don't believe in the Church?" he asked.

"No, not exactly--not like you do."

He shook his head.

"The harm that has come to yer soul!" he replied. "It's plain to me,
daughter, that somethin' terrible has happened to ye. This man has
ruined ye, body and soul. Somethin' must be done. I don't want to be
hard on ye, but ye must leave Philadelphy. Ye can't stay here. I can't
permit ye. Ye can go to Europe, or ye can go to yer aunt's in New
Orleans; but ye must go somewhere. I can't have ye stayin' here--it's
too dangerous. It's sure to be comin' out. The papers'll be havin' it
next. Ye're young yet. Yer life is before you. I tremble for yer soul;
but so long as ye're young and alive ye may come to yer senses. It's me
duty to be hard. It's my obligation to you and the Church. Ye must quit
this life. Ye must lave this man. Ye must never see him any more. I
can't permit ye. He's no good. He has no intintion of marrying ye, and
it would be a crime