"What's the matter?" asked Tozer, in a sympathizing voice.
"I'm so sorry."
"What for?"
"Why, that you saved my life, you know."
"Sorry? sorry? that I saved your life?" repeated Tozer, in amazement.
"Oh, well, you know, I did so want to be saved by a Roman Catholic
priest, you know."
"To be saved by a Roman Catholic priest!" repeated Tozer, pondering
these words in his mind as he slowly pronounced them. He could make
nothing of them at first, but finally concluded that they concealed
some half-suggested tendency to Rome.
"I don't like this--I don't like this," he said, solemnly.
"What don't you like?"
"It's dangerous. It looks bad," said Tozer, with increased solemnity.
"What's dangerous? You look so solemn that you really make me feel
quite nervous. What's dangerous?"
"Why, your words. I see in you, I think, a kind of leaning toward
Rome."
"It isn't Rome," said Minnie. "I don't lean to Rome. I only lean a
little toward a Roman Catholic priest."
"Worse and worse," said Tozer. "Dear! dear! dear! worse _and_ worse.
This beats all. Young woman, beware! But perhaps I don't understand
you. You surely don't mean that your affections are engaged to any
Roman Catholic priest. You can't mean _that_. Why, they can't marry."
"But that's just what I like them so for," said Minnie. "I like people
that don't marry; I hate people that want to marry."
Tozer turned this over in his mind, but could make nothing of it. At
length he thought he saw in this an additional proof that she had been
tampered with by Jesuits at Rome.
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