CHAPTER IV.
I On the same afternoon Percy received a visitor.
There was nothing exceptional about him; and Percy, as he came downstairs in his walking-dress and looked at him in the light from the tall parlour-window, came to no conclusion at all as to his business and person, except that he was not a Catholic.
"You wished to see me," said the priest, indicating a chair.
"I fear I must not stop long." "I shall not keep you long," said the stranger eagerly.

"My business is done in five minutes." Percy waited with his eyes cast down.
"A--a certain person has sent me to you.

She was a Catholic once; she wishes to return to the Church." Percy made a little movement with his head.

It was a message he did not very often receive in these days.
"You will come, sir, will you not?
You will promise me ?" The man seemed greatly agitated; his sallow face showed a little shining with sweat, and his eyes were piteous.
"Of course I will come," said Percy, smiling.
"Yes, sir; but you do not know who she is.

It--it would make a great stir, sir, if it was known.