But now the flame in her heart had been confessed and in some degree sanctioned, and she would foster it rather than quench it.

Even should such a love be capable of no good fortune, would it not be better to have a few weeks of happy dreaming than a whole life that should be passionless?
What could she do with her own heart there, living in solitude, with none but the sea gulls to look at her?
Was it not infinitely better that she should give it away to such a young god as this than let it feed upon itself miserably?
Yes, she would give it away;--but might it not be that the young god would not take the gift?
On the third day after his arrival at Ennis, Neville was at Liscannor with the priest.

He little dreamed that the fact of his dining and sleeping at Father Marty's house would be known to the ladies at Castle Quin, and communicated from them to his aunt at Scroope Manor.

Not that he would have been deterred from accepting the priest's hospitality or frightened into accepting that of the noble owner of the castle, had he known precisely all that would be written about it.

He would not have altered his conduct in a matter in which he considered himself entitled to regulate it, in obedience to any remonstrances from Scroope Manor.
Objections to the society of a Roman Catholic priest because of his religion he would have regarded as old-fashioned fanaticism.