priest is most dangerous. Continue, my good father.'
And, in his indignation, his Eminence swallowed several mouthfuls of strawberry-cream. Father d'Aigrigny continued.
''Q.—Is it true that you received in your parsonage, and kept there for some days, an inhabitant of the village, by birth a Swiss, belonging to the Protestant communion? Is it true that not only you did not attempt to convert him to the one Catholic and Apostolic faith, but that you carried so far the neglect of your sacred duties as to inter this heretic in the ground consecrated for the repose of true believers?
''A.—One of my brethren was houseless. His life had been honest and laborious. In his old age his strength had failed him, and sickness had come at the back of it; almost in a dying state, he had been driven from his humble dwelling by a pitiless landlord, to whom he owed a year's rent. I received the old man in my house, and soothed his last days. The poor creature had toiled and suffered all his life; dying, he uttered no word of bitterness at his hard fate; he recommended his soul to God and piously kissed the crucifix. His pure and simple spirit returned to the bosom of its Creator. I closed his eyes with respect, I buried him, I prayed for him; and, though he died in the Protestant faith, I thought him worthy of a place in consecrated ground.''
'Worse and worse!' said the cardinal. 'This tolerance is monstrous. It is a horrible attack on that maxim of Catholicism: 'Out of the pale of the Church there is no salvation.''
'And all this is the more serious, my lord,' resumed Father d'Aigrigny, 'because the mildness, charity, and Christian devotion of Abbe Gabriel have excited, not only in his parish, but in all the surrounding districts, the greatest enthusiasm. The priests of the neighboring parishes have yielded to the general impulse, and it must be confessed that but for his moderation a wide-spread schism would have commenced.'
'But what do you hope will result from bringing him here?' said the prelate.
'The position of Abbe Gabriel is complicated; first of all, he is the heir of the Rennepont family.'
'But has he not ceded his rights?' asked the cardinal.
'Yes, my lord; and this cession, which was at first informal, has lately, with his free consent, been made perfectly regular in law; for he had sworn, happen what might, to renounce his part of the inheritance in favor of the Society of Jesus. Nevertheless, his Reverence Father Rodin thinks, that if your Eminence, after explaining to Abbe Gabriel that he was about to be recalled by his superiors, were to propose to him some eminent position at Rome, he might be induced to leave France, and we might succeed in arousing within him those sentiments of ambition which are doubtless only sleeping for the present; your Eminence, having observed, very judiciously, that every reformer must be ambitious.'
'I approve of this idea,' said the cardinal, after a moment's reflection; 'with his merit and power of acting on other men, Abbe Gabriel may rise very high, if he is docile; and if he should not be so, it is better for the safety of the Church that he should be at Rome than here—for you know, my good father, we have securities that are unfortunately wanting in France.'(36)
After some moments of silence, the cardinal said suddenly to Father d'Aigrigny: 'As we were talking of Father Rodin, tell me frankly what you think of him.'
'Your Eminence knows his capacity,' said Father d'Aigrigny, with a constrained and suspicious air; 'our reverend Father-General—'
'Commissioned him to take your place,' said the cardinal; 'I know that. He told me so at Rome. But what do you think of the character of Father Rodin? Can one have full confidence in him?'
'He has so complete, so original, so secret, and so impenetrable a mind,' said Father d'Aigrigny, with hesitation, 'that it is difficult to form any certain judgment with respect to him.'
'Do you think him ambitious?' said the cardinal, after another moment's pause. 'Do you not suppose him capable of having other views than those of the greater glory of his Order?—Come, I have reasons for speaking thus,' added the prelate, with emphasis.
'Why,' resumed Father d'Aigrigny, not without suspicion, for the game is played cautiously between people of the same craft, 'what should your Eminence think of him, either from your own observation, or from the report of the Father-General?'
'I think—that if his apparent devotion to his Order really concealed some after-thought—it would be well to discover it—for, with the influence that he has obtained at Rome (as I have found out), he might one day, and that shortly, become very formidable.'
'Well!' cried Father d'Aigrigny, impelled by his jealousy of Rodin; 'I am, in this respect, of the same opinion as your Eminence; for I have sometimes perceived in him flashes of ambition, that were as alarming as they were extraordinary—and since I must tell all to your Eminence—'
Father d'Aigrigny was unable to continue; at this moment Mrs. Grivois, who had been knocking at the door, half-opened it, and made a sign to her mistress. The princess answered by bowing her head, and Mrs. Grivois again withdrew. A second afterwards Rodin entered the room.
(36) It is known that, in 1845, the Inquisition, solitary confinement, etc., still existed at Rome.
CHAPTER XVII. RENDERING THE ACCOUNT.
At sight of Rodin, the two prelates and Father d'Aigrigny rose spontaneously, so much were they overawed by the real superiority of this man; their faces, just before contracted with suspicion and jealousy, suddenly brightened up, and seemed to smile on the reverend father with affectionate deference. The princess advanced some steps to meet him.
Rodin, badly dressed as ever, leaving on the soft carpet the muddy track of his clumsy shoes, put his umbrella into one corner, and advanced towards the table—not with his accustomed humility, but with slow step, uplifted head, and steady glance; not only did he feel himself in the midst of his partisans, but he knew that he could rule them all by the power of his intellect.
'We were speaking of your reverence, my dear, good father,' said the cardinal, with charming affability.
'Ah!' said Rodin, looking fixedly at the prelate; 'and what were you saying?'
'Why,' replied the Belgian bishop, wiping his forehead, 'all the good that can be said of your reverence.'
'Will you not take something, my good father?' said the princess to Rodin, as she pointed to the splendid sideboard.
'Thank you, madame, I have eaten my radish already this morning.'
'My secretary, Abbe Berlini, who was present at your repast, was, indeed, much astonished at your reverence's frugality,' said the prelate: 'it is worthy of an anchorite.'
'Suppose we talk of business,' said Rodin, abruptly, like a man accustomed to lead and control the discussion.
'We shall always be most happy to hear you,' said the prelate. 'Your reverence yourself fixed to-day to talk over this great Rennepont affair. It is of such importance, that it was partly the cause of my journey to France; for to support the interests of the glorious Company of Jesus, with which I have the honor of being associated, is to support the interests of Rome itself, and I promised the reverend Father-General that I would place myself entirely at your orders.'
'I can only repeat what his Eminence has just said,' added the bishop. 'We set out from Rome together, and our ideas are just the same.'
'Certainly,' said Rodin, addressing the cardinal, 'your Eminence may serve our cause, and that materially. I will tell you how presently.'
Then, addressing the princess, he continued: 'I have desired Dr. Baleinier to come here, madame, for it will be well to inform him of certain things.'
'He will be admitted as usual,' said the princess.
Since Rodin's arrival Father d'Aigrigny had remained silent; he seemed occupied with bitter thoughts, and with some violent internal struggle. At last, half rising, he said to the prelate, in a forced tone of voice: 'I will not ask your Eminence to judge between the reverend Father Rodin and myself. Our General has pronounced, and I have obeyed. But, as your Eminence will soon see our superior, I should wish that you would grant me the favor to report faithfully the answers of Father Rodin to one or two questions I am about to put to him.'
The prelate bowed. Rodin looked at Father d'Aigrigny with an air of surprise, and said to him, dryly: 'The thing is decided. What is the use of questions?'
'Not to justify myself,' answered Father d'Aigrigny, 'but to place matters in their true light before his Eminence.'
