I wish he would come and talk to you for a little while, and then I would go." "You need not stay for that, dear.

I shall sit here alone quite comfortably, if you wish to go out there." "I should like very much to go.

I want to see what the sea looks like away from the beach.

There is no harm, is there ?" "None whatever.

Go, and I will watch you." Lucia rose to go.
"It _is_ Father Paul," she said, "and he is coming this way." She lingered a minute, and the priest, who had recognized them, came up.
Mrs.Costello told him of Lucia's wish to go out on the pier, and he assured her she would enjoy it.
"The air seems even fresher there than here," he said; and she went off, and left him and her mother together.
For a few minutes they talked about the weather, the sea, and the people about them, as two slight acquaintances would naturally do; but then, when there had been a momentary pause, Father Paul startled Mrs.
Costello, by saying, "Last night, madam, you told me of persons I had not heard of for years--this morning, strangely enough, I have met with a person of whom you probably know something--or knew something formerly." "I ?" she answered.