"Oh! yes--I remember the man! A strange being, who was only heard of, if I recollect right, in times of war. If there was any dispute going--especially on a religious point--Stephen Fountain would rush into it with broad-sheets. Oh, yes, I remember him perfectly--a great untidy, fair-haired, truculent fellow, to whom anybody that took any thought for his soul was either fool or knave. How much of him does the daughter inherit?" Helbeck returned the other's smile. "A large slice, I think. She comes here in the curious position of having never lived in a Christian household before, and she seems already to have great difficulty in putting up with us." Father Leadham laughed, then looked reflective. "How often have I known that the best of all possible beginnings! Is she attached to her stepmother?" "Yes. But Mrs. Fountain has no influence over her." "It is a striking colouring--that white skin and reddish hair. And it is a face of some power, too." "Power?" Helbeck demurred. "I think she is clever," he said dryly. "And, of course, coming from a university town, she has heard of things that other girls know nothing of. But she has had no training, moral or intellectual." "And no Christian education?" Helbeck shrugged his shoulders. "She was only baptized with difficulty. When she was eleven or twelve she was allowed to go to church two or three times, I understand, on the helot principle--was soon disgusted--her father of course supplying a running comment at home--and she has stood absolutely outside religion of all kinds since." "Poor child!" said the priest with heartiness. The paternal note in the words was more than official. He was a widower, and had lost his wife and infant daughter two years before his entrance into the Church of Rome. Helbeck smiled. "I assure you Miss Fountain spends none of her pity upon herself." "I dare say more than you think. The position of the unbeliever in a house like yours is always a painful one. You see she is alone. There must be a sense of exile--of something touching and profound going on beside her, from which she is excluded. She comes into a house with a chapel, where the Blessed Sacrament is reserved, where everybody is keeping a strict Lent. She has not a single thought in common with you all. No; I am very sorry for Miss Fountain." Helbeck was silent a moment. His dark face showed a shade of disturbance. "She has some relations near here," he said at last, "but unfortunately I can't do much to promote her seeing them. You remember Williams's story?" "Of course. You had some local row, didn't you? Ah! I remember." And the two men walked on, discussing a case which had been and was still of great interest to them as Catholics. The hero, moreover--the Jesuit novice himself--was well known to them both. "So Miss Fountain's relations belong to that peasant class?" said the Jesuit, musing. "How curious that she should find herself in such a double relation to you and Bannisdale!"