The two stood talking in a low voice, Felix's eyes downcast as if in deep thought, the priest apparently urging some plan, which O'Day, by his manner, seemed to favor.

They were too far off, and spoke too low, for Otto to catch the drift of the talk, and it was only when Felix, who had followed the priest outside the door, had returned that he called, from his high seat under the gas-jet: "Vell, vat did Father Cruse say ?" Felix drew his brows together.

"Say about what ?" he asked, as if the question had surprised him.
"About Beesving.

Didn't you ask him ?" "No, we talked of other things," replied Felix and, turning on his heel, occupied himself about the shop.
Across the street meanwhile Kitty's own plans had also gone astray this winter's morning--so many of them, in fact, that she was at her wits' end which way to turn.

A trunk had been left at the wrong address, and John had been two hours looking for it.