know? Mark could not help thinking that somehow the incident was a
proof that the detective had told the truth.

The sermon over, the Bishop's attendant came up to him, while Father
Murray went to marshal his little charges up to the foot of the altar.
As the Bishop was about to sit down on the faldstool, Mark saw him
whisper to the young priest beside him, the one Mark thought to be the
secretary. He was a well trained secretary, for he made no sign; but
Mark watched him as he calmly turned around to face the congregation.
His searching glance swept the church until it rested upon the girl
with the veil. He, too, seemed startled, but gave scarcely a sign as
he turned quickly away. When the ceremony had ended Mark left his pew,
looking straight at Ruth as he turned to face the door. He imagined
that her eyes looked directly into his; but if they did they looked at
him as a stranger. He could have seen a smile under the veil if it had
been there, but there was none. Still more worried, he left the
church. The girl remained behind, until there was no one but herself
and Madame Neuville left. In his anxiety for the girl, Mark returned
and looked at her from the rear of the church. Her face was buried in
her hands. The sacristy door opened slightly and the young secretary
looked out. The girl, not seeing the door open, lifted the veil for an
instant to wipe away her tears. The secretary closed the door softly
as soon as he had seen her.

Mark went directly to the rectory. The old housekeeper met him at the
door before he could ring.

"Come right in, Mr. Griffin," she said. "I'm going to take ye into the
dining room, sir, till the Father comes to present ye to His Lordship.
He'd be wantin' to do that himself, I know; and sure I have the Bishop