As the spy emerged, half-drowned, the crowd came forward and would have prolonged the delightful sensation. Not often did they have a spy in their hands. [Illustration: Dick Thinks It Over.] CHAPTER XXXV. DICK MAKES ANOTHER EFFORT, AND BEGINS TO FEEL ENCOURAGED. Pepita's little visit was beneficial to Dick. It showed him that he was not altogether cut off from her. Before that he had grown to think of her as almost inaccessible; now she seemed to have a will, and, what is better, a heart of her own, which would lead her to do her share toward meeting him again. Would it not be better now to comply with her evident desire, and leave Rome for a little while? He could return again. But how could he tear himself away? Would, it not be far better to remain and seek her? He could not decide. He thought of Padre Liguori. He had grossly insulted that gentleman, and the thought of meeting him again made him feel blank. Yet he was in some way or other a protector of Pepita, a guardian, perhaps, and as such had influence over her fortunes. If he could only disarm hostility from Padre Liguori it would be undoubtedly for his benefit. Perhaps Padre Liguori would become his friend, and try to influence Pepita's family in his favor. So he decided on going to see Padre Liguori. The new turn which had been given to his feelings by Pepita's visit had benefited him in mind and body. He was quite strong enough for a long walk. Arriving at the church he had no difficulty in finding Liguori. The priest advanced with a look of surprise. "Before mentioning the object of my visit," said Dick, bowing courteously, "I owe you an humble apology for a gross insult. I hope you will forgive me." The priest bowed. "After I left here I succeeded in my object," continued Dick. "I heard so," said Liguori, coldly. "And you have heard also that I met with a terrible punishment for my presumption, or whatever else you may choose to call it." "I heard of that also." said the priest, sternly. "And do you complain of it? Tell me. Was it not deserved?" "If their suspicions and yours had been correct, then the punishment would have been well deserved. But you all wrong me. I entreat you to believe me. I am no adventurer. I am honest and sincere." "We have only your word for this," said Liguori, coldly. "What will make you believe that I am sincere, then?" said Dick. "What proof can I give?" "You are safe in offering to give proofs in a case where none can be given." "I am frank with you. Will you not be so with me? I come to you to try to convince you of my honesty, Padre Liguori. I love Pepita as truly and as honorably as it is possible for man to love. It was that feeling that so bewildered me that I was led to insult you. I went out in the midst of danger, and would have died for her. With these feelings I can not give her up." "I have heard sentiment like this often before. What is your meaning?"