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Updated: May 10, 2025
He paused there was a slight stir among the audience, but otherwise not a sound. Sylvie sat quiet, a graceful, nymph-like figure, veiled in her cloudy white Cardinal Bonpre's mild blue eyes raised to the speaker's face, were full of rapt attention and Manuel still leaning against the great Cross seemed absorbed in dreamy and beautiful thoughts of his own.
"Come then with me," said Angela, "Come into the studio and we will hear it more closely. Dearest uncle," and she knelt for a moment by the Cardinal's chair, "Will you come there also when Monsieur l'Abbe has finished talking with you?" Cardinal Bonpre's hand rested lovingly on her soft hair. "Yes, my child, I will come."
In one moment the vast crowd was kneeling, and Cardinal Bonpre's aged eyes filled with tears of emotion as he saw all these human beings, moved by one great wave of sympathy, prostrate themselves before the simple Cross where the wedded lovers knelt also, and where Manuel alone stood, like one who is too sure of God to need the help of prayer.
Prince Sovrani took the letter from Bonpre's hand and read it in silence. "Yes I have heard about it already," he said, "And if you indeed know nothing, it is strange! But can you not remember is there no clue to such a report? Were there no sick children brought to you . . . ?" "Ebbene!
Levity carelessness doubt and final heresy I do not mean heresy against the Church, for that is nothing " "Nothing!" exclaimed the Abbe, "YOU say this?" "I say it!" And Bonpre's thin worn features grew transfigured with the fervour of his thought.
Cardinal Bonpre's head drooped. "God help me and forgive me, I am afraid I do!" he said sorrowfully. "I see the shadow of the storm before it draws nigh, I feel the terror of the earthquake before it shakes down the edifice!
Cardinal Bonpre's sleep was not often disturbed by affrighting visions, his methods of daily living were too healthy and simple, and his conscience too clear; but on this particular night he was visited by an impression rather than a dream, the impression of a lonely, and terrifying dreariness, as though the whole world were suddenly emptied of life and left like a hollow shell on the shores of time.
It is no use, but we do it on principle. And we are still unable to explain away, or offer any excuse for Cardinal Bonpre's mistake in condoning and pardoning his offence. Therefore it follows as you say, that the 'saint' is in trouble!" "Notwithstanding the miracle?" "Notwithstanding the miracle!" echoed Moretti, "For the miracle is doubtful. The Holy Father is not satisfied of its truth.
It was founded upon the name and memory of the Apostle Peter, who publicly denied all knowledge of His Master. That is how I understand the person I am to see to-day!" Cardinal Bonpre's face was a study of varying expressions as he heard these words. "My child, you must not say these things in the Pope's presence!" Manuel lifted his radiant eyes with a look of calm confidence.
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