But the girl put out her hand.
"Quietly, my dear," she said.

"Now, sir---" "Yes, I am a priest," said Percy again, strung up now to a desperate resistance of will, hardly knowing what he said.
"And you come to my house!" exclaimed the man.

He came a step nearer, and half recoiled.

"You swear you are a priest ?" he said.

"You have been here all this evening ?" "Since midnight." "And you are not---" he stopped again.
Mabel stepped straight between them.
"Oliver," she said, still with that air of suppressed excitement, "we must not have a scene here.