Nostromo shook his head resolutely. He did not be-

lieve in priests in their sacerdotal character. A doc- vas an efficacious person; but a priest, as priest, was nothing, incapable of doing either good or harm. Nostromo did not even dislike the sight of them as old Giorgio did. The utter uselessness of the errand was what struck him most. " Padrona," he said, " you have been like this before, and got better after a few days, I have given you al- ready the very last moments I can spare. Ask Señora Gould to send you one." He was feeling uneasy at the impiety of this refusal. The padrona believed in priests, and confessed her- self to them. But all women did that. It could not be of much consequence. And yet his heart felt op- pressed for a moment at the thought what absolu- tion would mean to her if she believed in it only ever so little. No matter. It was quite true that he had given her already the very last moment he could spare. "You refuse to go?" she gasped. "Ah! you are always yourself, indeed." "Listen to reason, padrona," he said. "I am need- ed to save the silver of the mine. Do you hear? A greater treasure than the one which they say is guarded* by ghosts and devils on Azuera. It is true. I am ved to make this the most desperate affair I was ever engaged on in my whole life." She felt a despairing indignation. The supreme test had failed. Standing above her, Nostromo did not see the distorted features of her face, distorted by

a paroxysm of pain and anger. Only she began to