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With a light salute to all present he re-entered his carriage and was driven away and Aubrey Leigh led Prince Sovrani into his own library where, when he was seated, they all waited upon him eagerly, the fair Sylvie chafing his cold hands, and the Princesse D'Agramont practically making him drink a glass of good wine.
A servant opened the door in haste, and stared aghast at the tall old man with the white hair and blazing eyes, who was wrapped in a dark cloak, the very folds of which seemed to tremble with the suppressed rage of the form it enveloped. "Il Principe Souvrani!" he stammered feebly, falling back a little from the threshold. "Where is your master?" demanded Sovrani.
He had a strong desire to ask Angela Sovrani a few questions concerning the affair, but hesitated, lest his keen personal anxiety should betray the depth of his feelings. Then, too, he was troubled by the fact that the Hermenstein family had been from time immemorial devout Romanists, and he felt that Sylvie must perforce be a firm adherent to that faith.
Aubrey tried to refuse, but could not, the attraction, the 'will o' the wisp' magnetism of Sylvie's dainty personality drew him on, and in a few minutes, after taking respectful leave of the Cardinal, Prince Sovrani, and Angela, he left the studio in the company of the two ladies. Passing Monsignor Gherardi on the way out he received a wide smile and affable salute from that personage.
"Child, you talk as a very wise man might!" said Prince Sovrani, his rugged brows smoothing into a kindly smile. "But the unfortunate Abbe is not likely to be judged in that way. It will be said of him that he scandalized the world before he left it!" "When truth is made scandal, and right is made wrong," said Manuel, "It will surely be a God-forgotten world!" "WILL be?
That is the sole explanation. My history has made me not myself." There was a dead pause. At last Moretti spoke. "I have no place here!" he said, biting his lips hard to keep them from trembling with rage, "This house which I thought was the abode of a true daughter of the Church, Donna Sovrani, is apparently for the moment a refuge for heretics.
He held up one hand, she cowered on the floor she could hear nothing, and she stared at him in fascinated terror "They are telling all Rome of the death of my child! First Rome and then the world! The world shall hear of it! For there is only one Angela Sovrani, and earth and heaven cry out for justice in her name! Tell this to the devil who has bought you for his pleasure!
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.
St. Cecilia herself might have been enraptured by such sweet harmony, and Aubrey Leigh instinctively bent his head, moved strongly by the holy and tender fervour of the anthem. Growing accustomed to the flickering lights, he presently perceived the Princesse D'Agramont a little in front of him, and beside her were her two friends, Angela Sovrani and Sylvie Hermenstein.
"Yes, I know," and the Abbe settled himself in his chair more comfortably; he loved an argument with "the Sovrani", and was wont to declare that she was the only woman in the world who had ever made him wish to be a good man, "But that maxim can be taken in two ways.
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