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And I owe him much for in saving me, he also saved Cyrillon from something worse than death." "Naturally you must be very gratefu," retorted Moretti satirically, "The affection of a son you have denied for twenty-five years must be exceedingly gratifying to you!" He paused then said, "Does this boy belong to the Church?" "No," said Manuel, answering for himself, "I have no Church."
"Through a section of the Christian-Democratic party here" replied Cyrillon "You must not forget that I, like you, have my disciples! They keep me informed of all that goes on in Rome, and they have watched Domenico Gherardi for years. We all know much but we have little chance to speak!
"And yet people talk much of me you would say, Monseigneur," said Cyrillon, a touch of scorn lighting up his fine eyes, "True, and it is easy to be talked of. That is nothing, I do not wish for that, except in so far as it helps me to attain my ambition." "And that ambition is?" queried the Princesse.
"The world is nothing to me; love was everything!" "That is your way of argument," said Cyrillon. "But it is not God's way!" She was silent, but her looks questioned him. "Genius like yours," he went on, "is not given to you for yourself alone. You cannot tamper with it, or play with it, for the sake of securing a little more temporal happiness or peace for yourself.
She ought to entertain the bride and bridegroom here, but it seems as if she needed to be entertained herself!" And then, as Cyrillon obeyed him, and drew near the idol of his thoughts with such hesitating reverence as might befit a pilgrim approaching the shrine of a beloved saint, he turned away and was just about to speak to the Princesse D'Agramont when a servant entered and said hurriedly
Next morning at the American Consulate, Sylvie, Comtesse Hermenstein, was quietly married by civil law to Aubrey Leigh. The ceremony took place in the presence of the Princesse D'Agramont, Madame Bozier, and Cyrillon Vergniaud. When it was over the wedded lovers and their friends returned to the Sovrani Palace, there to join Angela who had come down from her sick room to grace the occasion.
Angela turned her wistful looks upon him, and essayed a poor little ghost of a smile. Very gently Cyrillon advanced and sat down beside her, and with equal gentleness, the Princesse D'Agramont withdrew.
"This Cyrillon is all softness and penitence now, Angela went on, "He is overcome with grief at his murderous attempt, and has asked his father's pardon. And they are going away together out of Paris till " "Till excommunication is pronounced," said the Princesse, "Yes, I thought so! I came here to place my Chateau at the Abbe's disposal.
"Who is this ruffian?" he demanded, drawing his tall form up more haughtily than before. "A servant of yours?" "Ay, a servant of his, and of all honest men!" returned Cyrillon. "I am one whom your Church has learned to fear, but who has no fear of you! one whom you have heard of to your cost, and will still hear of, Gys Grandit!"
And Cyrillon, left to himself, gathered up all the coins he had been counting out previous to the lawyer's arrival, and tied them again together in the old leathern bag; then having closed and strapped his little travelling valise, sat down and waited.
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