"That is a reason the more." "But it 's for you, then, to choose.

Shake hands with me," Rowland added; "that will do as well; and suffer me, as I go out, to stop a moment in your chapel." They shook hands and separated.

The frate crossed himself, opened his book, and wandered away, in relief against the western sky.

Rowland passed back into the convent, and paused long enough in the chapel to look for the alms-box.

He had had what is vulgarly termed a great scare; he believed, very poignantly for the time, in the Devil, and he felt an irresistible need to subscribe to any institution which engaged to keep him at a distance.
The next day he returned to Rome, and the day afterwards he went in search of Roderick.