language, exchanged a glance, and in a very business-like way, as of
one whose trade it was, the priest got down upon his knees. Then
the doctor, half-shyly, approached Eve, and taking her by the arm,
led her gently out of the room.

Fitz stayed where he was, standing by the dead man, looking down at
the priest's bowed head, while the bell of the little chapel
attached to the Casa d'Erraha told the valley that a good man had
gone to his rest.



CHAPTER VI. AN ACTOR PASSES OFF THE STAGE.

We pass; the path that each man trod
Is dim, or will be dim, with weeds.

The priest was the first to speak.

"You are his friend, I also; but we are of different nations."

He paused, drawing the sheet up over the dead man's face.

"He was not of my Church. You have your ways; will you make the
arrangements?"

"Yes," replied Fitz simply, "if you like."

"It is better so, my son"--the padre took a pinch of snuff--
"because--he was not of my Church. You will stay here, you and your