We must return now to old Mr. Martindale and his family. His attachment to his family was continually increasing. He was more than pleased with his daughter, he was absolutely proud of her. He always spoke of her emphatically as _my daughter_. He consulted her wishes in every thing, and was always guided by her opinion, the least intimation of which was law to him. With all his oddities, and he had not a few, he had discernment enough to see that Signora Rivolta was really a person of solid understanding and of clear judgment. He only wondered how it was that a woman of such good sense should adopt the Roman Catholic religion; but on this subject he seldom touched, for he found that he could make no impression. With the Colonel, however, he would occasionally enter into an argument, and not unfrequently did he fancy that in these discussions he had the advantage. Colonel Rivolta was not a very zealous believer in the infallibility of His Holiness. He had never paid much attention to theology as a matter of argument or reflection; he did not know enough of his native religion to be converted to any other, though the side which he had taken in politics rendered him not very bigoted to the religion established in Italy. In religion he was a liberal, not a sceptic or an unbeliever; he had no doubts, for he scarcely ever thought of the subject. He had no wish to make converts, he was willing to let every one enjoy his own opinions; and he would never have taken the trouble to defend the Catholic religion against Mr. Martindale, but that he thought the old gentleman was fond of an argument, and he liked to indulge him. As for the religion of Clara, which is of the most importance to our purpose, it is rather difficult to define or describe it. Her education had been miscellaneous; she had been in early life initiated into the religion of Italy, but in after-years the conversation of Richard Smith, her great uncle, had somewhat disturbed and unsettled her mind as to the exclusive safety of the Catholic religion. Her strongest ground of attachment to that faith was, that it was the religion of her mother. There was, however, in her mind that degree of imaginativeness, that needed not so much external and visible aid to devotion as that religion presented her with, therefore she did not feel herself dependent on its forms. Truth compels us to add, which we do with a considerable degree of reluctance, that Clara Rivolta, during her residence at Brigland, had more than once said to her great uncle, that her principal objection to the Protestant religion was the indifference of its priests. This remark had reference, we ought to say, almost solely to Mr. Denver, the perpetual curate of Brigland; and every allowance ought to be made for him. It is no easy matter to serve three churches with a very lively and ardent feeling, especially when to the fatigue of the duty there is also added the toil of