the sun was just setting when catherine's maid came into her room and told her father francis was below. she sent down to say she counted on his sleeping at peyton hall; and she would come down to him in half an hour. she then ordered a refection to be prepared for him in her boudoir; and made her toilet with all reasonable speed, not to keep him waiting. her face beamed with quiet complacency now: for the holy man's very presence in the house was a comfort to her.

father francis was a very stout muscular man, with a ruddy countenance; he never wore gloves, and you saw at once he was not a gentleman by birth. he had a fine voice; it was deep, mellow, and when he chose, sonorous. this, and his person, ample, but not obese, gave him great weight, especially with his female pupils. if he was not quite so much reverenced by the men, yet he was both respected and liked; in fact, he had qualities that make men welcome in every situation: good humour, good sense, and tact. a good son of his church, and early trained to let no occasion slip of advancing her interests.

i wish my readers could have seen the meeting between catherine peyton and this burly ecclesiastic. she came into the drawing-room with that imperious air and carriage which had made her so unpopular with her own sex; and at the bare sight of father francis, drooped and bent in a moment as she walked; and her whole body indicated a submissiveness, graceful, but rather abject: it was as if a young poplar should turn to a weeping willow in half a moment. thus metamorphosed, the beauty of cumberland glided up to francis, and sank almost to her knee before him, crossed her hands on her bosom, lowered her lovely head, and awaited his benediction.

the father made rapidly the sign of the cross over that thorough-bred head and golden hair, and blessed her business-like.

the hand of less employment hath the daintier sense.

shakespeare.

father francis blessed so many of these pretty creatures every week, that he had long outgrown your fine romantic way of blessing a body. (we manage these things better in the theatre.) then he lent her his hand to rise, and asked her in what she required his direction at present.

"in that which shall decide my whole life," said she.

francis responded by a look of paternal interest.

"but first," murmured she, "let me confess to you, and obtain absolution, if i may. ah, father, my sins have been many since last confession."

"be it so," said father francis, resignedly. "confession is the best preface to direction." and he seated himself with a certain change of manner, an easy assumption of authority.

"nay, father," suggested the lady, "we shall be more private in my room."

"as you will, mistress catherine peyton," said the priest, returning to his usual manner.

so then the fair penitent led her spiritual judge captive up another flight of stairs, and into her little boudoir. a cheerful wood fire crackled and flamed up the chimney, and a cloth had been laid on a side table: cold turkey and chine graced the board, and a huge glass magnum of purple burgundy glowed and shone in the rays of the cheery fire.

father francis felt cosy at the sight; and at once accepted kate's invitation to take some nourishment before entering on the labour of listening to the catalogue of her crimes. "i fasted yesterday," he muttered: and the zeal with which he attacked the viands rendered the statement highly credible. he invited kate to join him; but she declined.

he returned more than once to the succulent meats, and washed all down with a pint of the fine old burgundy, perfumed and purple. meantime she of the laity sat looking into the fire with heavenly-minded eyes.

at last, with a gentle sigh of content, the ghostly father installed himself in an arm-chair, by the fire, and invited his penitent to begin.

she took a footstool and brought it to his side, so that in confessing her blacker vices she might be able to whisper them in his very ear. she kneeled on her little footstool, put her hands across her breast, and in this lowly attitude murmured softly after this fashion, with a contrite voice:—

"i have to accuse myself of many vices. alas! in one short fortnight i have accumulated the wickedness of a life. i have committed the seven deadly sins. i have been guilty of pride, wrath, envy, disobedience, immodesty, vanity, luxury, fibs——"

"gently, daughter," said the priest, quietly; "these terms are too general: give me instances. let us begin with wrath; ah! we are all prone to that."

the fair penitent sighed, and said: "especially me. example: i was angry beyond reason with my maid, ruth. (she does comb my hair so uncouthly.) so then the other night, when i was in trouble, and most needed soothing, by being combed womanly, she gets thinking of harry that helps in the stable, and she tears away at my hair. i started up and screamed out 'oh, you clumsy thing! go currycomb my horse, and send that oaf your head is running on to handle my hair.' and i told her my grandma would have whipped her well for it; but now-a-days mistresses were the only sufferers: we had lost the use of our hands, we are grown so squeamish; and i stamped like a fury, and said 'get you gone out of the room; and i hated the sight of her.' and the poor girl went from me, crying, without a word—being a better christian than her mistress; mea culpa! mea culpa!"

"did you slap her?"

"nay, hither, not so bad as that."

"are you quite sure you did not slap her?" asked francis, quietly.

"nay. but i had a mind to. my heart slapped her if my hand forbore. alas!"

"had she hurt you?"

"that she did: but only my head. i hurt her heart; for the poor wench loves me dear; the lord knows for what."

"humph!—proceed to pride."

"yes, father. i do confess that i was greatly puffed up with the praises of men. i was proud of the sorriest things; of jumping a brook, when 'twas my horse jumped it, and had jumped it better with a fly on his back than the poor worm me; of my good looks, forgetting that god gave them me; and besides i am no beauty when all is done; it is all their flattery. and at my lady munster's dinner i pridefully walked out before mistress davies, the rich cheesemonger's wife, that is as proud of her money as i of my old blood (god forgive two fools!); which i had no right to do; a maid to walk before a wife: and oh, father, i whispered the gentleman who led me out; it was mr. neville—" here the penitent put one hand before her face, and hesitated.

"well, daughter! half confession is no confession. you said to mr. neville——?"

"i said, 'nothing comes after cheese.'"

this revelation was made most dolefully.

"it was pert and unbecoming," said father francis, gravely; though a twinkle in his eye showed that he was not so profoundly shocked as his penitent appeared to be. "but go to graver matters. immodesty, said you: i shall be very sorry if this is so. you did not use to be immodest."

"well, father, i hope i have not altogether laid aside modesty; otherwise it would be time for me to die, let alone to confess; but sure it cannot be modest of me to ride after a gentleman and take him a letter. and then that was not enough: i heard of a duel, and what did i do but ride to scutchemsee nob, and interfere. what gentlewoman ever was so bold? i was not their wife you know; neither of them's."

"humph!" said the priest, "i have already heard a whisper of this; but told to your credit. beati pacifici: blessed are the peacemakers. you had better lay that matter before me by-and-by, as your director. as your confessor, tell me why you accuse yourself of luxury."

"alas!" said the young lady, "scarce a day passes that i do not offend in that respect. example: last friday, dining abroad, the cooks sent up a dish of collops. oh, father, they smelt so nice; and i had been a hunting. first i smelt them: and that i couldn't help. but then i forgot custodia oculorum; and i eyed them. and the next thing was, presently—somehow—two of 'em were on my plate."

"very wrong," said father francis; "but that is a harsher term than i should have applied to this longing of a hungry woman for collops o' friday. pray what do you understand by that big word?"

"why, you explained it yourself, in your last sermon. it means 'unruly and inordinate desires.' example: edith hammersley told me i was mad to ride in scarlet, and me so fair and my hair so light. 'green or purple is your color,' says she: and soon after this didn't i see in stanhope town the loveliest piece of purple broadcloth? oh, father, it had a gloss like velvet, and the sun did so shine on it as it lay in the shop-window: it was fit for a king or a bishop: and i stood and gloated on it, and pined for it, and died for it, and down went the tenth commandment."

"ah," said francis, "the hearts of women are set on vanity. but tell me, these unruly affections of yours, are they ever fixed on persons of the other sex?"

the fair sinner reflected. "on gentlemen!" said she. "why, they come pestering one of their own accord. no, no; i could do without them very well. what i sinfully pine for is meat on a friday as sure as ever the day comes round; and high-couraged horses to ride, and fine clothes to wear every day in the week: mea culpa! mea culpa!"

such being the dismal state of things, francis slyly requested her to leave the seven deadly sins in peace, and go to her small offenses: for he argued shrewdly enough that since her sins were peccadilloes, perhaps some of her peccadilloes might turn out to be sins.

"small!" cried the culprit, turning red: "they are none of them small." i really think she was jealous of her reputation as a sinner of high degree.

however she complied, and putting up her mouth, murmured a miscellaneous confession without end. the accents were soft and musical, like a babbling brook; and the sins, such as they were, poor things, rippled on in endless rotation.

now nothing tends more to repose than a purling brook; and ere long that bassoon, her confessor's nose, let her know she had lost his ear.

she stopped indignant. but at that he instantly awoke (sublatâ causâ, tollitur effectus), and addressed her thus with sudden dignity:—"my daughter, you will fast on monday next, and say two aves and a credo. absolvo te.

"and now," said he, "as i am a practical man, let us get back from the imaginary world into the real. speak to me at present as your director; and mind you must be serious now, and call things by their right names."

upon this kate took a seat, and told her story, and showed him the difficulty she was in. she then reminded him that, notwithstanding her unfortunate itch for the seven deadly sins, she was a good catholic, a zealous daughter of the church: and she let him know her desire to retire from both lovers into a convent: and, so freed from the world and its temptations, yield up her soul entire to celestial peace and divine contemplation.

"not so fast," said the priest. "even zeal is nought without obedience. if you could serve the church better than by going into a convent, would you be willful?"

"oh no, father. but how can i serve the church better than by renouncing the world?"

"perhaps by remaining in the world, as she herself does; and by making converts to the faith. you could hardly serve her worse than by going into a convent; for our convents are poor, and you have no means; you would be a charge. no, daughter, we want no poor nuns; we have enough of them. if you are, as i think, a true and zealous daughter of the church, you must marry; and instill the true faith with all a mother's art, a mother's tenderness, into your children. then the heir to your husband's estates will be a catholic, and so the true faith get rooted in the soil."

"alas!" said catherine, "are we to look but to the worldly interests of the church?"

"they are inseparable from her spiritual interests here on earth: our souls are not more bound to our bodies."

catherine was deeply mortified. "so the church rejects me because i am poor," said she, with a sigh.

"the church rejects you not, but only the convent. no place is less fit for you. you have a high spirit, and high religious sentiments; both would be mortified and shocked in a nunnery. think you that convent walls can shut out temptation? i know them better than you: they are strongholds of vanity, folly, tittle-tattle, and all the meanest vices of your sex. nay, i forbid you to think of it: show me now your faith by your obedience."

"you are harsh to me, father," said catherine, piteously.

"i am firm. you are one that need a tight hand, mistress. come now, humility and obedience, these are the christian graces that best become your youth. say, can the church, through me its minister, count on these from you, or (suddenly letting loose his diapason) did you send for me to ask advice, and yet go your own way; hiding a high stomach and a willful heart under a show of humility?"

catherine looked at father francis with dismay. this was the first time that easy-going priest had shown her how impressive he could be. she was downright frightened; and said she hoped she knew better than defy her director; she laid her will at his feet; and would obey him like a child, as was her duty.

"now i know my daughter again," said he, and gave her his horrible paw; the which she kissed very humbly: and that matter was settled to her entire dissatisfaction.

soon after that they were both summoned to supper; but, as they went down, kate's maid drew her aside, and told her a young man wanted to speak to her.

"a young man!" screamed kate. "hang young men! they have got me a fine scolding just now. which is it, pray?"

"he is a stranger to me."

"perhaps he comes with a message from some fool. you may bring him to me in the hall, and stay with us; it may be a thief for ought i know."

the maid soon reappeared, followed by mr. thomas leicester.

that young worthy had lingered on scutchemsee nob, to extract the last drop of enjoyment from the situation, by setting up his hat at ten paces, and firing the gentlemen's pistols at it. i despair of conveying to any rational reader the satisfaction, keen though brief, this afforded him: it was a new sensation; gentlemen's guns he had fired many, but dueling pistols not one till that bright hour.

he was now come to remind catherine of his pecuniary claims. luckily for him she was one who did not need to be reminded of her promises. "oh, it is you, child," said she: "well, i'll be as good as my word." she then dismissed her maid, and went up-stairs, and soon returned with two guineas, a crown piece, and three shillings in her hand. "there," said she, smiling, "i am sorry for you, but that is all the money i have in the world."

the boy's eyes glittered at sight of the coin: he rammed the silver into his pocket with hungry rapidity. but he shook his head about the gold. "i'm afeard o' these," said he: and eyed them mistrustfully in his palm. "these be the friends that get you your throat cut o' dark nights: mistress, please keep 'em for me, and let me have a shilling now and then when i'm dry."

"nay," said kate, "but are you not afraid i shall spend your money, now i have none left of my own?"

tom seemed quite struck with the reasonableness of this observation, and hesitated. however he concluded to risk it. "you don't look one of the sort to wrong a poor fellow," said he: "and besides you'll have brass to spare of your own before long i know."

kate opened her eyes. "oh, indeed!" said she: "and pray how do you know that?"

mr. leicester favored her with a knowing wink. he gave her a moment to digest this; and then said, almost in a whisper, "hearkened the gentlefolks on scutchemsee nob, after you was gone home, mistress."

kate was annoyed. "what! they must be prating as soon as one's back is turned. talk of women's tongues! now what did they say, i should like to know?"

"it was about the bet, ye know."

"a bet! oh that is no affair of mine."

"ay, but it is. why, 'twas you they were betting on: seems that old sodger and squire hammersley had laid three guineas to one that you should let out which was your fancy of them two."

kate's cheeks were red as fire now; but her delicacy overpowered her curiosity, and she would not put any more questions. to be sure, young hopeful needed none; he was naturally a chatter-box, and he proceeded to tell her, that as soon as ever she was gone, squire hammersley took a guinea, and offered it to the old soldier, and told him he had won; and the old soldier pocketed it. but after that, somehow, squire hammersley let drop that mr. neville was the favorite. "then," continued mr. leicester, "what does the old sodger do, but pull out guinea again, and says he, 'you must have this back; bet is not won; for you do think 'tis neville, now i do think 'tis gaunt.' so then they fell to argufying, and talking a lot o' stuff."

"no doubt: the insolent meddlers! can you remember any of their nonsense? not that it is worth remembering, i'll be bound."

"let me see: well, squire hammersley he said you owned to dreaming of squire neville, and that was a sign of love, said he; and, besides, you sided with him against t'other. but the old sodger he said you called squire gaunt 'griffith;' and he built on that. oh, and a said you changed the horses back to please our squire. says he, 'you must look to what the lady did; never heed what she said. why, their sweet lips was only made to kiss us, and deceive us,' says that there old sodger."

"i'll—i'll—and what did you say, sir? for i suppose your tongue was not idle."

"oh, me; i never let 'em know i was hearkening; or they'd have 'greed in a moment for to give me a hiding. besides i had no need to cudgel my brains: i'd only to ask you plump. you'll tell me, i know. which is it, mistress? i'm for gaunt, you know—in course. alack, mistress," gabbled this voluble youth, "sure you won't be so hard as sack my squire, and him got a bullet in his carcass, for love of you, this day."

kate started, and looked at him in surprise. "oh!" said she, "a bullet! did they fight again the moment they saw my back was turned? the cowards!" and she began to tremble.

"no, no," said tom; "that was done before ever you came up. don't ye remember that single shot while we were climbing the nob? well, 'twas squire gaunt got it in the arm that time."

"oh!"

"but i say, wasn't our man game? never let out he was hit while you was there. but as soon as ever you was gone, they cut the bullet out of him; and i seen it."

"ah!—ah!"

"doctor takes out his knife; precious sharp and shiny 'twas; cuts into his arm with no more ado than if he was carving a pullet; out squirts the blood, a good un."

"oh, no more! no more! you cruel boy; how could you bear to look?" and kate hid her own face with both hands.

"why, 'twasn't my skin as was cut into. squire gaunt he never hollered; a winced though, and ground his teeth; but 'twas over in a minute, and the bullet in his hand. 'that is for my wife,' says he: 'if ever i have one,' and puts it in his pocket. why, mistress, you be as white as your smock."

"no, no. did he faint, poor soul?"

"not he: what was there to faint about?"

"then why do i feel so sick, even to hear of it?"

"because you ha'n't got no stomach," said the boy, contemptuously. "your courage is skin deep i'm thinking. however, i'm glad you feel for our squire, about the bullet: so now i hope you will wed with him, and sack squire neville. then you and i shall be kind o' kin; squire gaunt's feyther was my feyther. that makes you stare, mistress. why, all the folk do know it. look at this here little mole on my forehead. squire gaunt have got the fellow to that." at this crisis of his argument, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his personal interest; instantly he ceased his advocacy of squire gaunt, and became ludicrously impartial. "well, mistress; wed whichever you like," said he, with sublime indifference; "only whichever you do wed, prithee speak a word to the gentleman, and get me to be his gamekeeper. i'd liever be your goodman's gamekeeper than king of england." he was proceeding with vast volubility to enumerate his qualifications for that confidential post, when the lady cut him short, and told him to go and get his supper in the kitchen, for she was wanted elsewhere. he made a scrape, and clattered away with his hobnailed shoes.

kate went to the hall window and opened it, and let the cold air blow over her face.

her heart was touched, and her bosom tilled with pity for her old sweetheart.

how hard she had been. she had sided with neville against the wounded man. and she thought how sadly and patiently he had submitted to her decision—and a bullet in his poor arm all the time.

the gentle bosom heaved, and heaved, and the tears began to run.

she entered the dining-room timidly, expecting some comment on her discourteous absence. instead of that, both her father and her director rose respectfully, and received her with kind and affectionate looks. they then pressed her to eat this, and that, and were remarkably attentive and kind. she could see she was deep in their good books. this pleased her; but she watched quietly, after the manner of her sex, to learn what it was all about. nor was she left long in the dark. remarks were made that hit her, though they were none of them addressed to her.

father francis delivered quite a little homily on "obedience," and said how happy a thing it was when zeal, a virtue none too common in these degenerate days, was found tempered by humility, and subservient to ghostly counsel and authority.

mr. peyton dealt in no general topics of that kind; his discourse was secular: it ran upon neville's cross, neville's court, and the baronetcy; and he showed francis how and why this title must, sooner or later, come to george neville, and the heirs of his body.

francis joined in this topic for a while; but speedily diverged into what might be called a collateral theme. he described to kate a delightful spot on the neville estate, where a nunnery might be built and endowed by any good catholic lady having zeal, and influence with the owner of the estate, and with the lord-lieutenant of the county.

"it is three parts an island (for the river wey curls round it lovingly); but backed by wooded slopes that keep off the north and east winds: a hidden and balmy place; such as the forefathers of the church did use to choose for their rustic abbeys, whose ruins still survive to remind us of the pious and glorious days gone by. trout and salmon come swimming to the door: hawthorn and woodbine are as rife there as weeds be in some parts; two broad oaks stand on turf like velvet, and ring with song-birds. a spot by nature sweet, calm, and holy: good for pious exercises and heavenly contemplation: there, methinks, if it be god's will i should see old age, i would love to end my own days, at peace with heaven and with all mankind."

kate was much moved by this picture; and her clasped hands and glistening eyes showed the glory and delight it would be to her to build a convent on so lovely a spot. but her words were vague. "how sweet! how sweet!" was all she committed herself to. for, after what tom leicester had just told her, she hardly knew what to say, or what to think, or what to do: she felt she had become a mere puppet, first drawn one way, then another.

one thing appeared pretty clear to her now; father francis did not mean her to choose between her two lovers; he was good enough to relieve her of that difficulty by choosing for her. she was to marry neville.

she retired to rest directly after supper; for she was thoroughly worn out. and the moment she rose to go, her father bounced up, and lighted the bed candle for her with novel fervor, and kissed her on the cheek, and said in her ear,—"good night, my lady neville."

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