She was not the woman to let a fair opportunity escape her.

"We will say to-morrow evening," she resumed, "at seven o'clock." "To-morrow," said Romayne.

He shook hands with Stella, and left the picture gallery.
Thus far, the conspiracy to marry him promised even more hopefully than the conspiracy to convert him.

And Father Benwell, carefully instructing Penrose in the next room, was not aware of it! But the hours, in their progress, mark the march of events as surely as they mark the march of time.

The day passed, the evening came--and, with its coming, the prospects of the conversion brightened in their turn.
Let Father Benwell himself relate how it happened--in an extract from his report to Rome, written the same evening.
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