No, no, mine is the past;
there is no future for me in her life. If anybody could do anything
it is you. She likes you."
"But, my good friend, I don't know where she is, and you won't find
out."
"Haven't I been to see her father?"
"Oh, her father! A detective agency would give us her address within
the next twenty-four hours, and the engagement must be filled up
within a few weeks."
"I can't go to a detective agency and pay a man to track her out--no,
not for anything."
"Not even to save her from Monsignor?"
"Not even that. There are certain things that cannot be done. Let us
say no more."
A fortnight later Owen was reading in the corner by the window about
five o'clock, waiting for Ulick to come home--he generally came in
for a cup of tea--and hearing a latchkey in the door, he put down
his book.
"Is Sir Owen in?"
"Sir Owen is in the study, sir."
And Ulick came in somewhat hurriedly. There was a light in his eyes
which told Owen that something had happened, something that would
interest him, and nothing could interest him unless news of Evelyn.
"Have you seen her?" and Owen took off his spectacles.
"Yes," Ulick answered, "I have seen her.
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