said the evening before to Countess Carlotta, and repeated that he could not change.
"Then, good-bye St. Luke, my son," said the resigned Marin.
Don Rocco began to wink furiously, but said not a word.
"The Countess Carlotta was expecting you today," said the professor, "but you did not go to her. She therefore charged me to tell you that if you did not immediately consent to send away Lucia on the first of December, you will be free for the new year, and even before if you wish."
"I cannot leave before Christmas," said Don Rocco timidly. "The parish priest always needs assistance at that time."
The professor smiled.
"What do you suppose?" said he. "That Countess Carlotta has n't a priest ready and waiting? Think it over, for there is still time."
Don Rocco communed with himself. It rarely happened that he went through so rapid a process of reasoning. Granted, that this woman was a cause for scandal in the country, and that the countess had another priest at her disposal, the decision to be taken was obvious.
"Then," he answered, "I will leave as soon as possible. My father and my sister were to come and visit me one of these days. So that now it will be I who will visit them instead."
He even had in his heart the idea of taking
