She had heard of him, and of his position in the house. It was quite needless for Lady Loring to whisper to her, "Father Benwell, my dear!"
Her antipathy identified him as readily as her sympathy might have identified a man who had produced a favorable impression on her. "I have no pretension to be a critic," she answered, with frigid politeness. "I only know what I personally like or dislike."
The reply exactly answered Father Benwell"s purpose. It diverted Romayne"s attention from the picture to Stella. The priest had secured his opportunity of reading their faces while they were looking at each other.
"I think you have just stated the true motive for all criticism,"
Romayne said to Stella. "Whether we only express our opinions of pictures or books in the course of conversation or whether we a.s.sert them at full length, with all the authority of print, we are really speaking, in either case, of what personally pleases or repels us. My poor opinion of that picture means that it says nothing to Me. Does it say anything to You?"
He smiled gently as he put the question to her, but there was no betrayal of emotion in his eyes or in his voice. Relieved of anxiety, so far as Romayne was concerned, Father Benwell looked at Stella.
Steadily as she controlled herself, the confession of her heart"s secret found its way into her face. The coldly composed expression which had confronted the priest when she spoke to him, melted away softly under the influence of Romayne"s voice and Romayne"s look. Without any positive change of color, her delicate skin glowed faintly, as if it felt some animating inner warmth. Her eyes and lips brightened with a new vitality; her frail elegant figure seemed insensibly to strengthen and expand, like the leaf of a flower under a favoring sunny air. When she answered Romayne (agreeing with him, it is needless to say), there was a tender persuasiveness in her tones, shyly inviting him still to speak to her and still to look at her, which would in itself have told Father Benwell the truth, even if he had not been in a position to see her face. Confirmed in his doubts of her, he looked, with concealed suspicion, at Lady Loring next. Sympathy with Stella was undisguisedly expressed to him in the honest blue eyes of Stella"s faithful friend.
The discussion on the subject of the unfortunate picture was resumed by Lord Loring, who thought the opinions of Romayne and Stella needlessly severe. Lady Loring, as usual, agreed with her husband. While the general attention was occupied in this way, Father Benwell said a word to Penrose--thus far, a silent listener to the discourse on Art.
"Have you seen the famous portrait of the first Lady Loring, by Gainsborough?" he asked. Without waiting for a reply, he took Penrose by the arm, and led him away to the picture--which had the additional merit, under present circ.u.mstances, of hanging at the other end of the gallery.
"How do you like Romayne?" Father Benwell put the question in low peremptory tones, evidently impatient for a reply.
"He interests me already," said Penrose. "He looks so ill and so sad, and he spoke to me so kindly--"
"In short," Father Benwell interposed, "Romayne has produced a favorable impression on you. Let us get on to the next thing. You must produce a favorable impression on Romayne."
Penrose sighed. "With the best will to make myself agreeable to people whom I like," he said, "I don"t always succeed. They used to tell me at Oxford that I was shy--and I am afraid that is against me. I wish I possessed some of your social advantages, Father!"
"Leave it to me, son! Are they still talking about the picture?"
"Yes."
"I have something more to say to you. 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."
"Very well. You must use your influence (when you are quite sure that it _is_ an influence) to keep Mr. Romayne away from Miss Eyrecourt."
Penrose looked embarra.s.sed. "I am afraid I should hardly know how to do that," he said "But I should naturally, as his a.s.sistant, encourage him to keep to his studies."
Whatever Arthur"s superior might privately think of Arthur"s reply, he received it with outward indulgence. "That will come to the same thing,"
he said. "Besides, when I get the information I want--this is strictly between ourselves--I may be of some use in placing obstacles in the lady"s way."
Penrose started. "Information!" he repeated. "What information?"
"Tell me something before I answer you," said Father Benwell. "How old do you take Miss Eyrecourt to be?"
"I am not a good judge in such matters. Between twenty and twenty-five, perhaps?"
"We will take her age at that estimate, Arthur. In former years, I have had opportunities of studying women"s characters in the confessional.
Can you guess what my experience tells me of Miss Eyrecourt?"
"No, indeed!"
"A lady is not in love for the first time when she is between twenty and twenty-five years old--that is my experience," said Father Benwell. "If I can find a person capable of informing me, I may make some valuable discoveries in the earlier history of Miss Eyrecourt"s life. No more, now. We had better return to our friends."
CHAPTER V.
FATHER BENWELL MISSES.
THE group before the picture which had been the subject of dispute was broken up. In one part of the gallery, Lady Loring and Stella were whispering together on a sofa. In another part, Lord Loring was speaking privately to Romayne.
"Do you think you will like Mr. Penrose?" his lordship asked.
"Yes--so far as I can tell at present. He seems to be modest and intelligent."
"You are looking ill, my dear Romayne. Have you again heard the voice that haunts you?"
Romayne answered with evident reluctance. "I don"t know why," he said--"but the dread of hearing it again has oppressed me all this morning. To tell you the truth, I came here in the hope that the change might relieve me."
"Has it done so?"
"Yes--thus far."
"Doesn"t that suggest, my friend, that a greater change might be of use to you?"
"Don"t ask me about it, Loring! I can go through my ordeal--but I hate speaking of it."
"Let us speak of something else then," said Lord Loring. "What do you think of Miss Eyrecourt?"
"A very striking face; full of expression and character. Leonardo would have painted a n.o.ble portrait of her. But there is something in her manner--" He stopped, unwilling or unable to finish the sentence.
"Something you don"t like?" Lord Loring suggested.