As the Earl got again up on his car, the priest turned his horse, and the two travelled back through the village without further conversation.

The priest's horse was given up to the boy in the yard, and he then led the way into the house.

"We are not much altered in our ways, are we, my Lord ?" he said as he moved a bottle of whiskey that stood on the sideboard.

"Shall I offer you lunch ?" "No, thank you, Father Marty;--nothing, thank you." Then he made a gasp and began.

The bad hour had arrived, and it must be endured.