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Then, without bidding, they began to disperse, and the King, baring his head in the presence of Cardinal Bonpre, gave up his self-imposed charge of old Sovrani, who, faint and feeble, grasped Aubrey Leigh's quickly proffered arm, and leaned heavily upon it. "He needs care," said Humbert gently, "The shock has moved him greatly!"
And the Church is looking on, and silently permitting His second murder!" Startled by the force of this expression, the Archbishop sprang up in his turn, his lips parted as if to speak then his angry glance met the clear, calm, steadfast look of Felix Bonpre, and he faltered. His eyes drooped and his massive figure seemed for a moment to shrink with a sort of abasement.
"In relating the scene of to-day to His Holiness, I shall be compelled to mention the attitude you have maintained throughout the conversation." "You are at perfect liberty to do so, my son," said Bonpre with unruffled gentleness. Moretti hesitated. His eyes again rested on Manuel. "Pardon me," he said suddenly and irrelevantly, "This boy . . ."
The last words, it may be said, will apply fittingly to more than one- half of the preachers of the Gospel at the present day! It was a brilliant, soft autumnal Sunday morning when Cardinal Bonpre, mindful of Abbe Vergniaud's request that he should be present to hear him preach, took his slow and thoughtful way to the church of the Lorette, accompanied by his niece Angela and Manuel.
I watched her, I see her now! the late sunlight through the stained glass window fell like a glory on her pretty hair, and on the little white kerchief folded so daintily across her bosom, and on her small hands and the brown rosary that was twisted round her fingers. She was praying, so she told me afterwards, to her guardian angel, I wonder what that personage was about just then, Bonpre!
His wife Gita Bonpre, the only sister of the good Cardinal, had been the one love of his life, and when she died all his happiness had died with her, his heart was broken, but he showed nothing of his grief to the outside world, save that in manner he was more silent and reserved than ever, more difficult to deal with, more dangerous to approach.
His sweet voice fell on the silence like a soft chime, and Henri, for no particular reason that he could give, felt suddenly abashed. Cardinal Bonpre listened to the words of this strange foundling with a singular emotion, an emotion too deep to find any outlet in speech. Babette raised her brown trustful eyes, and timidly ventured to put in her opinion. "Yes" she said "I am sure that is true.
But we must always say, 'Father forgive them, for they know not what they do! I will write to Gherardi, and, if you will permit me, I will remain in my own rooms tonight for I must think and pray, I must be alone . . ." "Without me, my lord Cardinal?" asked Manuel softly. "No, not without you!" and Bonpre looked at him with a smile, "Not without you!
The Cardinal, with a gentle word of thanks, opened the envelope handed to him. "Praise be to God!" he said simply, as he read its contents, "Vergniaud has passed to the Higher tribunal!" And he crossed himself reverently on brow and breast. "Dead?" exclaimed Sovrani. "To this world, yes!" answered Bonpre, "He died peacefully last night. This message is from his son."
"Barbarous?" interrupted the Cardinal with half a smile, "You would hardly apply that term to the luxury-loving peoples of Tyre and Babylon? or to the ancient splendours of Athens and Rome?" "They were heathens," said the Archbishop sententiously. "But they were men and women," replied Bonpre, "And they too had immortal souls.
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