"Do look in at the gallery once or twice in the course of the
day, and tell me what your own impression is."
Having expressed his readiness to assist "the experiment" in every
possible way, Father Benwell still lingered in the library. He was
secretly conscious of a hope that he might, at the eleventh hour, be
invited to join Romayne at the dinner-table. Lord Loring only looked at
the clock on the mantel-piece: it was nearly time to dress for dinner.
The priest had no alternative but to take the hint, and leave the house.
Five minutes after he had withdrawn, a messenger delivered a letter for
Lord Loring, in which Father Benwell's interests were directly involved.
The letter was from Romayne; it contained his excuses for breaking his
engagement, literally at an hour's notice.
"Only yesterday," he wrote, "I had a return of what you, my dear friend,
call 'the delusion of the voice.' The nearer the hour of your dinner
approaches, the more keenly I fear that the same thing may happen in
your house. Pity me, and forgive me."
Even good-natured Lord Loring felt some difficulty in pitying and
forgiving, when he read these lines.
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