read enough, that I had better go to bed."

"And you went out of the room knowing what the priest was going to
say?" said Rodney, melting into sympathy for the first time. "And
then?"

"I waited on the stairs for a little while, long enough to make
sure that he was telling them that I had sat for the statue. I
heard the door open, father came out, they talked on the landing.
I fled into my room and locked the door, and just as I locked the
door I heard father say, 'My daughter! you're insulting my
daughter!' You know father is suffering from stone, and mother
said, 'If you don't stop I shall be up with you all night,' and so
she was. All the night I heard father moaning, and to-day he is so
ill the doctor is with him, and he has been taken to the hospital,
and mother says when he leaves the hospital he will turn me out of
the house."

"Well," said Rodney, "great misfortunes have happened us both. It
was a cruel thing of the priest to tell your father that you sat
for me. But to pay someone to wreck my studio!"

Lucy begged of him not to believe too easily that Father McCabe
had done this. He must wait a little while, and he had better
communicate with the police. They would be able to find out who
had done it.

"Now," she said, "I must go."

He glanced at the rags that had once covered his statue, but he