What do you say now ?' 'I'll think it over,' said Hyacinth, 'and whatever comes of it I'll be greatly obliged to you.' 'Well, don't be delaying too long.

And look you here'-- his voice sank almost to a whisper--'don't be talking about what I've said to you.
People are queer, and if Father Joyce down in Clifden came to hear that I was working for a Protestant he'd be sure to go talking to the Archbishop, and I'd never get to the end of the fuss that would be made.' 'Indeed, it's very good of you, especially considering who I am--I mean, my father being a convert, and----' 'Say no more,' said the priest--'say no more.

Your father was a good man, Catholic or Protestant.

I'm not one of these bitter kind of priests, Mr.Con-neally.

I can be a good Catholic without hating my neighbours.