You
speak of other views for her; may I venture to ask the nature of
these?"

"I have never expected her to marry at all, Mr. Stewart."

"And why not, pray? What can you urge in favor of your wishes?"

"I had her own words to that effect, scarce a month ago."

A proud, happy smile played round his lips, and he replied: "She may
have thought so then, but I think her views have changed."

"But for Mary, she would have been the same;" and a bitter look passed
over her wrinkled face.

"Excuse me, if I ask an explanation of your enigmatical language;
there is some hidden meaning, I well know."

"Mr. Stewart, your mother and I are old friends, and I wish you well;
but all good Catholics love their church above every earthly thing. I
should like to see Florence happy, but her eternal good should first
be secured; you are a Protestant, and bitterly opposed to our Holy
Church, and I cannot consent to see her marry a heretic, for such you
are: she is too far astray already."

"If your niece were herself a Papist, your reason would indeed be
a cogent one; but, under existing circumstances, I am puzzled to
understand you."

"Were it not for Mary's influence, Florence would even now rest in the
bosom of our Holy Church. She has done her cousin a grievous wrong;
may God and the blessed Virgin forgive her!"

Mary groaned in spirit, as she marked the stern glance of his eagle
eye, and feebly raising herself, she said: "Mr. Stewart, will you take
this seat beside the sofa? I wish to speak with you."

Aunt Lizzy left the room hurriedly, as though she had already said too
much, and silently he complied with Mary's request.

"You are pained and perplexed at what my aunt has just said; allow me
to explain what may seem a great mystery. You are not aware that my
uncle died a Papist. Weakened in body and mind by disease, he was
sought and influenced in secret, when I little dreamed of such a
change. On his death-bed he embraced the Romish faith, and, as I have
since learned, exacted from Florry a promise to abide by the advice
of his priest, in spiritual as well as temporal matters. He expired
in the act of taking the sacrament, and our desolation of heart can be
better imagined than described--left so utterly alone and unprotected,
far from our relatives and the friends of our youth. I now marked a
change in Florry, though at a loss to account for it. An influence,
secret as that exerted on her lost parent, was likewise succes