"Shall you be there, sir ?" The other shook his head, standing up too.
"I must be with Mr.Brand, sir; there is to be a meeting to-night; but I must not speak of that....

No, sir; ask for Mrs.Brand, and say that she is expecting you.

They will take you upstairs at once." "I must not say I am a priest, I suppose ?" "No, sir; if you please." He drew out a pocket-book, scribbled in it a moment, tore out the sheet, and handed it to the priest.
"The address, sir.

Will you kindly destroy that when you have copied it?
I--I do not wish to lose my place, sir, if it can be helped." Percy stood twisting the paper in his fingers a moment.
"Why are you not a Catholic yourself ?" he asked.
The man shook his head mutely.

Then he took up his hat, and went towards the door.
* * * * * Percy passed a very emotional afternoon.
For the last month or two little had happened to encourage him.