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Inside The Retreat; the paternal care of the Church took



possession of him; surrounded him with monastic simplicity in his



neat little bedroom; and dazzled him with devotional splendor



when his religious duties called him into the chapel。 The perfect



tasteso seldom found in the modern arrangement and decoration



of convents and churches in southern countriesshowed itself



here; pressed into the service of religion; in every part of the



house。 The severest discipline had no sordid and hideous side to



it in The Retreat。 The inmates fasted on spotless tablecloths;



and handled knives and forks (the humble servants of half…filled



stomachs) without a speck on their decent brightness。 Penitents



who kissed the steps of the altar (to use the expressive Oriental



phrase); 〃eat no dirt。〃 Friends; liberal friends; permitted to



visit the inmates on stated days; saw copies of famous Holy



Families in the reception…room which were really works of Art;



and trod on a carpet of studiously modest pretensions; exhibiting



pious emblems beyond reproach in color and design。 The Retreat



had its own artesian well; not a person in the house drank



impurity in his water。 A faint perfume of incense was perceptible



in the corridors。 The soothing and mysterious silence of the



place was intensified rather than disturbed by soft footsteps;



and gentle opening and closing of doors。 Animal life was not even



represented by a cat in the kitchen。 And yet; pervaded by some



inscrutable influence; the house was not dull。 Heretics; with



lively imaginations; might have not inappropriately likened it to



an enchanted castle。 In one word; the Catholic system here showed



to perfection its masterly knowledge of the weakness of human



nature; and its inexhaustible dexterity in adapting the means to



the end。







On the morning when Mrs。 Eyrecourt and her daughter held their



memorable interview by the fireside at Ten Acres; Father Benwell



entered one of the private rooms at The Retreat; devoted to the



use of the priesthood。 The demure attendant; waiting humbly for



instructions; was sent to request the presence of



 one of the inmates of the house; named Mortleman。







Father Benwell's customary serenity was a little ruffled; on this



occasion; by an appearance of anxiety。 More than once he looked



impatiently toward the door; and he never even noticed the last



new devotional publications laid invitingly on the table。







Mr。 Mortleman made his appearancea young man and a promising



convert。 The wild brightness of his eyes revealed that incipient



form of brain disease which begins in fanaticism; and ends not



infrequently in religious madness。 His manner of greeting the



priest was absolutely servile。 He cringed before the illustrious



Jesuit。







Father Benwell took no notice of these demonstrations of



humility。 〃Be seated; my son;〃 he said。 Mr。 Mortleman looked as



if he would have preferred going down on his knees; but he



yielded; and took a chair。







〃I think you have been Mr。 Romayne's companion for a few days; in



the hours of recreation?〃 the priest began。







〃Yes; Father。〃







〃Does he appear to be at all weary of his residence in this



house?〃







〃Oh; far from it! He feels the benign influence of The Retreat;



we have had some delightful hours together。〃







〃Have you anything to report?〃







Mr。 Mortleman crossed his hands on his breast and bowed



profoundly。 〃I have to report of myself; Father; that I have



committed the sin of presumption。 I presumed that Mr。 Romayne



was; like myself; not married。〃







〃Have I spoken to you on that subject?〃







〃No; Father。〃







〃Then you have committed no sin。 You have only made an excusable



mistake。 How were you led into error?〃







〃In this way; Father。 Mr。 Romayne had been speaking to me of a



book which you had been so good as to send to him。 He had been



especially interested by the memoir therein contained of the



illustrious Englishman; Cardinal Acton。 The degrees by which his



Eminence rose to the rank of a Prince of the Church seemed; as I



thought; to have aroused in my friend a new sense of vocation。 He



asked me if I myself aspired to belong to the holy priesthood。 I



answered that this was indeed my aspiration; if I might hope to



be found worthy。 He appeared to be deeply affected。 I ventured to



ask if he too had the same prospect before him。 He grieved me



indescribably。 He sighed and said; 'I have no such hope; I am



married。' Tell me Father; I entreat you; have I done wrong?〃







Father Benwell considered for a moment。 〃Did Mr。 Romayne say



anything more?〃 he asked。







〃No; Father。〃







〃Did you attempt to return to the subject?〃







〃I thought it best to be silent。〃







Father Benwell held out his hand。 〃My young friend; you have not



only done no wrongyou have shown the most commendable



discretion。 I will detain you no longer from your duties。 Go to



Mr。 Romayne; and say that I wish to speak with him。〃







Mr。 Mortleman dropped on one knee; and begged for a blessing。



Father Benwell lifted the traditional two fingers; and gave the



blessing。 The conditions of human happiness are easily fulfilled



if we rightly understand them。 Mr。 Mortleman retired perfectly



happy。







Left by himself again; Father Benwell paced the room rapidly from



end to end。 The disturbing influence visible in his face had now



changed from anxiety to excitement。 〃I'll try it to…day!〃 he said



to himselfand stopped; and looked round him doubtfully。 〃No;



not here;〃 he decided; 〃it may get talked about too soon。 It will



be safer in every way at my lodgings。〃 He recovered his



composure; and returned to his chair。







Romayne opened the door。







The double influence of the conversion; and of the life in The



Retreat; had already changed him。 His customary keenness and



excitability of look had subsided; and had left nothing in their



place but an expression of suave and meditative repose。 All his



troubles were now in the hands of his priest。 There was a passive



regularity in his bodily movements and a beatific serenity in his



smile。







〃My dear friend;〃 said Father Benwell; cordially shaking hands;



〃you were good enough to be guided by my advice in entering this



house。 Be guided by me again; when I say that you have been here



long enough。 You can return; after an interval; if you wish it。



But I have something to say to you firstand I beg to offer the



hospitality of my lodgings。〃







The time had been when Romayne would have asked for some



explanation of this abrupt notice of removal。 Now; he passively



accepted the advice of his spiritual director。 Father Benwell



made the necessary communication to the authorities; and Romayne



took leave of his friends in The Retreat。 The great Jesuit and



the great landowner left the place; with becoming humility; in a



cab。







〃I hope I have not disappointed you?〃 said Father Benwell。







〃I am only anxious;〃 Romayne answered; 〃to hear what you have to



say。〃







CHAPTER III。







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 mewe 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 win

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