h of Rome. The career of a Cardinal Newman, for example, was one
that challenged his respect, however much he regretted the loss of such
talents to the Anglican faith, however forcibly he might characterise the
convert's action as apostasy.

But how different the actual case, how infinitely worse! Felicity's
fortune was lost indeed to the great cause for which he had laboured a
lifetime. Could he not imagine the delicately malicious triumph of the
Catholic bishop, by whose side he had so recently sat on equal terms?
Did he not know how the man would begin to scheme for the fortune of
Emmet's wife from the very day the marriage was published, how he would
strive to reach Felicity through her husband, flattering, threatening,
moving heaven and earth to get the money for his parochial schools, his
nunneries, his cathedral? Only one as intensely partisan as the bishop,
and with his reasons for partisanship, could divine his sensations as he
viewed the picture thus presented to his mind--the troops of Irish or
Italian children screaming in their dusty playground, watched by the
monkish forms of their teachers. And the other possibility had been St.
George's Hall, the miniature Oxford of America!

But even if the money should not go in such a direction through the hands
of Felicity,--and the bishop realised that a husband would not be likely
to succeed where a father had failed,--it would ultimately reach the
hands of her children. Baffled by the parents, the authorities of the
Catholic Church would transfer their efforts to the children from their
very cradles, and would bring the game to earth at last.

The thought of children reminded the bishop now far he had gone on the
facts he knew thus far. What were they? That Felicity had married
Emmet, that she did not love him, that she already repented the deed! It
was characteristic of his mental processes that the consideration of love
had been overlooked in his first agonised speculations, but now he
clutched at it as a drowning man clutches at a straw.

It was a wonderfully interesting face that he turned upon her,
transformed by his complicated emotions--his mechanical smile of
suffering, humiliation, scorn, disgust; the sudden leaping into his eyes
of a desperate hope. The master spirit within him was already awaking
from the stunning blow she had dealt. Every faculty of his acute mind
was once more alert, hungering for more facts, all the facts, as a basis
of