"Well, that is all right. We are so much obliged. . . . And I think we may say this, that perhaps after consideration my husband may see his way to letting you come here again to do Communion and—and the other thing"
Again that spasm shook the man beside her.
"Well, we will see about that. At any rate, we know your address, and can let you know. . . . By the way, Father Franklin, are you going back to Westminster to-night?"
He bowed.
"Ah! I hope you will get through. You will find London very much excited. Perhaps you heard"
"Felsenburgh?" said Percy.
"Yes. Julian Felsenburgh," said the girl softly, again with that strange excitement suddenly alight in her eyes. "Julian Felsenburgh," she repeated. "He is there, you know. He will stay in England for the present."
Again Percy was conscious of that slight touch of fear at the mention of that name.
"I understand there is to be peace," he said.
The girl rose and her husband with her.
"Yes," she said, almost compassionately, "there is to be peace. Peace at last." (She moved half a step towards him, and her face glowed like a rose of fire. Her hand rose a little.) "Go back to London, Father Franklin, and use your eyes. You will see him, I dare say, and you will see more besides." (Her voice began to vibrate.) "And you will understand, perhaps, why we have treated you like this—why we are no longer afraid of you—why we are willing that my mother should do its she pleases. Oh! you will understand, Father Franklin—if not to-night, to-morrow; or if not to-morrow, at least in a very short time."
