deal of unnecessary information, he questioned Father O’Grady about his parish, and gained much information regarding the difficulties that a Catholic priest met with in London, till religion became as wearisome as the Latin language.  At last it suddenly struck Father Oliver that if he allowed the talk to continue regarding the difficulties of the Catholic priest in London, Father O’Grady might speak of girls that had been driven out of Ireland by the priests, to become prostitutes in London.  A talk on this subject would be too painful, and to escape from it he spoke of the beauty of the trees about the garden and the flowers in the garden, calling Father O’Grady’s attention to the chrysanthemums, and, not willing to be outdone in horticulture, the London priest began to talk about the Japanese mallow in his garden, Father Oliver listening indifferently, saying, when it came to him to make a remark, that the time had come to put in the bulbs.

‘Miss Glynn was very fond of flowers,’ he said Suddenly, ’and she helped me with my garden; it was she who told me to plant roses in that corner, and to cover the wall with rambling robin.  Was it not a very pretty idea to cover that end of the garden with rambling roses?’

’It was indeed.  She is a woman of great taste in music and in many other things.  She must have regretted your garden.’

‘Why do you think she regretted my garden?’ Father Oliver asked.

’Because she always regretted that mine wasn’t larger.  She helped me with my garden;’ and feeling that they had at last got into a conversation that was full of interest for them both, Father Oliver said: 

’Shall we go into the house?  We shall be able to talk more agreeably by the fireside.’

’I should like to get back to that turf fire; for it is the last that I shall probably see.  Let us get back to it.’

’I’m quite agreeable to return to the fire.  Catherine will bring in the tea presently.’

And as soon as they were back in the parlour, Father Oliver said: 

’Father O’Grady, that is your chair.  It was very good of you to take the trouble to drive over.’

‘I wished to make my correspondent’s acquaintance,’ Father O’Grady murmured; ’and there is much that it is difficult to put down on paper without creating a wrong impression, whereas in talk one is present to rectify any mistakes one may drop into.  I am thinking now of the last subject dealt with in our correspondence, that I should have informed myself regarding Mr. Poole’s writing before I consented to allow Nora Glynn to accept the post of secretary.’

‘You must forgive me, Father O’Grady,’ Father Oliver cried.

’There is nothing to forgive, Father Oliver; but this criticism surprised me, for you have known Miss Nora Glynn longer than I have, and it seems strange that you should have forgotten already her steadfastness.  Nothing that I could have said would have availed, and it seems to me that you were mistaken in asking me to urge Miss Glynn to decline the chance of improving her circumstances.  I could not compel Miss Glynn even if I had wished to compel her.  But we have discussed that question; let it pass.’