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with him; either personally or by letter。 I wish I could have



sent you a more favorable report of my interference in this



painful matter。 Perhaps you or your daughter may hear from him。〃







July 4…9。No letter has been received。 Mrs。 Eyrecourt is uneasy。



Stella; on the contrary; seems to be relieved。







July 10。A letter has arrived from London; addressed to Stella



by Romayne's English lawyers。 The income which Mrs。 Romayne has



refused for herself is to be legally settled on her child。



Technical particulars follow; which it is needless to repeat



here。







By return of post; Stella has answered the lawyers; declaring



that; so long as she lives; and has any influence over her son;



he shall not touch the offered income。 Mrs。 Eyrecourt; Monsieur



and Madame Villerayand even Matildaentreated her not to send



the letter。 To my thinking; Stella acted with becoming spirit。



Though there is no entail; still Vange Abbey is morally the boy's



birthrightit is a cruel wrong to offer him anything else。







July 11。For the second time I have proposed to leave St。



Germain。 The presence of the third person; whenever I am in her



company; is becoming unendurable to me。 She still uses her



influence to defer my departure。 〃Nobody sympathizes with me;〃



she said; 〃but you。〃







I am failing to keep my promise to myself; not to write about



myself。 But there is some little excuse this time。 For the relief



of my own conscience; I may surely place it on record that I have



tried to do what is right。 It is not my fault if I remain at St。



Germain; insensible to Madame Villeray's warning。







Ninth Extract。







September 13。Terrible news from Rome of the Jesuit Mission to



Arizona。







The Indians have made a night attack on the new mission…house。



The building is burned to the ground; and the missionaries have



been massacredwith the exception of two priests; carried away



captive。 The names of the priests are not known。 News of the



atrocity has been delayed four months on its way to Europe; owing



partly to the civil war in the United States; and partly to



disturbances in Central America。







Looking at the _Times_ (which we receive regularly at St。



Germain); I found this statement confirmed in a short



paragraphbut here also the names of the two prisoners failed to



appear。







Our one present hope of getting any further information seems to



me to depend on our English newspaper。 The _Times_ stands alone



as the one public journal which has the whole English nation for



volunteer contributors。 In their troubles at home; they appeal to



the Editor。 In their travels abroad; over civilized and savage



regions alike; if they meet with an adventure worth mentioning



they tell it to the Editor。 If any one of our countrymen knows



anything of this dreadful massacre; I foresee with certainty



where we shall find the information in print。







Soon after my arrival here; Stella had told me of her memorable



conversation with Penrose in the garden at Ten Acres Lodge。 I was



well acquainted with the nature of her obligation to the young



priest; but I was not prepared for the outbreak of grief which



escaped her when she had read the telegram from Rome。 She



actually went the length of saying; 〃I shall never enjoy another



happy moment till I know whether Penrose is one of the two living



priests!〃







The inevitable third person with us; this morning; was Monsieur



Villeray。 Sitting at the window with a book in his



handsometimes reading; sometimes looking at the garden with the



eye of a fond horticulturisthe discovered a strange cat among



his flower beds。 Forgetful of every other consideration; the old



gentleman hobbled out to drive away the intruder; and left us



together。







I spoke to Stella; in words which I would now give everything I



possess to recall。 A detestable jealousy took possession of me。 I



meanly hinted that Penrose could claim no great merit (in the



matter of Romayne's conversion) for yielding to the entreaties of



a beautiful woman who had fascinated him; though he might be



afraid to own it。 She protested against my unworthy



insinuationbut she failed to make me ashamed of myself。 Is a



woman ever ignorant of the influence which her beauty exercises



over a man? I went on; like the miserable creature that I was;



from bad to worse。







〃Excuse me;〃 I said; 〃if I have unintentionally made you angry。 I



ought to have known that I was treading on delicate ground。 Your



interest in Penrose may be due to a warmer motive than a sense of



obligation。〃







She turned away from mesa dly; not angrilyintending; as it



appeared; to leave the room in silence。 Arrived at the door; she



altered her mind; and came back。







〃Even if you insult me; Bernard; I am not able to resent it;〃 she



said; very gently。 _I_ once wronged _you_I have no right to



complain of your now wronging me。 I will try to forget it。〃







She held out her hand。 She raised her eyesand looked at me。







It was not her fault; I alone am to blame。 In another moment she



was in my arms。 I held her to my breastI felt the quick beating



of her heart on meI poured out the wild confession of my



sorrow; my shame; my loveI tasted again and again and again the



sweetness of her lips。 She put her arms round my neck and drew



her head back with a long sigh。 〃Be merciful to my weakness;〃 she



whispered。 〃We must meet no more。〃







She pushed me back from her; with a trembling hand; and left the



room。







I have broken my resolution not to write about myselfbut there



is no egotism; there is a sincere sense of humiliation in me;



when I record this confession of misconduct。 I can make but one



atonementI must at once leave St。 Germain。 Now; when it is too



late; I feel how hard for me this life of constant repression has



been。







Thus far I had written; when the nursemaid brought me a little



note; addressed in pencil。 No answer was required。







The few lines were in Stella's handwriting: 〃You must not leave



us too suddenly; or you may excite my mother's suspicions。 Wait



until you receive letters from England; and make them the pretext



for your departure。S。〃







I never thought of her mother。 She is right。 Even if she were



wrong; I must obey her。







September 14。The letters from England have arrived。 One of them



presents me with the necessary excuse for my departure; ready



made。 My proposal for the purchase of the yacht is accepted。 The



sailing…master and crew have refused all offers of engagement;



and are waiting at Cowes for my orders。 Here is an absolute



necessity for my return to England。







The newspaper arrived with the letters。 My anticipations have



been realized。 Yesterday's paragraph has produced another



volunteer contributor。 An Englishman just returned from Central



America; after traveling in Arizona; writes to the _Times。_ He



publishes his name and addressand he declares that he has



himself seen the two captive priests。







The name of this correspondent carries its own guarantee with it。



He is no less a person than Mr。 Murthwaitethe well…known



traveler in India; who discovered the lost diamond called 〃the



Moonstone;〃 set in the forehead of a Hindoo idol。 He writes to



the editor as follows:







〃SirI can tell you something of the two Jesuit priests who were



the sole survivors of the massacre in the Santa Cruz Valley four



months since。







〃I was traveling at the time in Arizona; under the protection of



an Apache chief; bribed to show me his country and his nation



(instead of cutting my throat and tearing off my scalp) by a



present tribute of whisky and gunpowder; and by the promise of



more when our association came to an end。







〃About twelve miles northward of the little silver…mining town of



Tubac we came upon an Apache encampment。 I at once discovered two



white men among the Indians These were the captive priests。







〃One of them was a Frenchman; named L'Herbier。 The other was an



Englishman; named Penrose。 They owed their lives to the influence



of two powerful considerations among the Indians。 Unhappy



L'Herbier lost his senses under the horror of the night massacre。



Insanity; as you may have heard; is a sacred thing in the



estimation of the American savages; they regard this poor madman



as a mysteriously inspired person The other priest; P

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