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Have you noticed the young lady?"
"I thought her beautiful--but she looks a little cold."
Father Benwell smiled. "When you are as old as I am," he said, "you will
not believe in appearances where women are concerned. Do you know what I
think of her? Beautiful, if you like--and dangerous as well."
"Dangerous! In what way?"
"This is for your private ear, Arthur. She is in love with Romayne.
Wait a minute! And Lady Loring--unless I am entirely mistaken in what
I observed--knows it and favors it. The beautiful Stella may be the
destruction of all our hopes, unless we keep Romayne out of her way."
These words were whispered with an earnestness and agitation which
surprised Penrose. His superior's equanimity was not easily overthrown.
"Are you sure, Father, of what you say?" he asked.
"I am quite sure--or I should not have spoken."
"Do you think Mr. Romayne returns the feeling?"
"Not yet, luckily. You must use your first friendly influence over
him--what is her name? Her surname, I mean."
"Eyrecourt. Miss Stella Eyrecourt.


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