"Ah well," I said, "Father Donovan, I suppose nobody, except yourself, is quite as good as he thinks, and nobody, including myself, is as bad as he appears to be. And now. Father Donovan, where are you stopping, and how long will you be in London?"
"I am stopping with an old college friend, who is a priest in the church where I found you. I expect to leave in a few days' time and journey down to the seaport of Rye, where I am to take ship that will land me either in Dunkirk or in Calais. From there I am to make my way to Rome as best I can."
"And are you travelling alone?"
"I am that, although, by the blessing of God, I have made many friends on the journey, and every one I met has been good to me."
"Ah, Father Donovan, you could n't meet a bad man if you travelled the world over. Sure there 's some that carry such an air of blessedness with them that every one they meet must, for very shame, show the best of his character. With me it 's different, for it seems that where there 's contention I am in the middle of it, though, God knows, I 'm a man of peace, as my father was before me."
"Well," said Father Donovan slowly, but with a sweet smile on his lip, "I suppose the O'Ruddys were always men of peace, for I 've known them before now to fight hard enough to get it."
The good father spoke a little doubtfully, as if he were not quite approving of our family methods, but he was a kindly man who always took the most lenient view of things. He walked far with me, and then I turned and escorted him to the place where he resided, and, bidding good-bye, got a promise from him that
