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Updated: May 25, 2025
The door of the Sovrani palace was open, and in the centre of a group of people that had gathered within, among whom were Aubrey Leigh, Sylvie Hermenstein, and the Princesse D'Agramont, stood Cardinal Bonpre and Manuel. Manuel was a little in advance of the rest, and as the King and Prince Sovrani alighted, he came fully forward, his eyes shining, and a smile upon his lips.
The finest deeds are done without acknowledgment or reward, and when the hero or heroine has gone beyond recall, the whole world stands lamenting its blindness for not having known or loved them better. Donna Sovrani" and his voice softened "will also soon begin again to work, like Aubrey and Sylvie, 'in real earnest. Will she not?"
I came to see your brother-in-law Cardinal Bonpre, who has left Rome, you tell me therefore my business must be discussed with you alone. I must ask you for a private audience." Sovrani looked at him steadily. "And I must refuse it, Monsignor!
And presently the lovers' trance of joy gave way to thought for others; to a realization of the dangers hovering over the good Cardinal, and the already ill-fated Angela Sovrani, and Aubrey, raising the golden head that nestled against his breast, kissed the sweet lips once more and said "Now, my Sylvie, we must take the law into our own hands! We must do all we can to save our friends.
My poor horse has been waiting too long already, I must finish my ride in the Bois, and then go to Angela Sovrani; for all the dramatis personae of to- day's melodrama are at her studio, I believe." "Who is that boy with the Cardinal?" asked the Marquis suddenly. "You have noticed him? I also. A wonderful face! A little acolyte, no doubt. And so you will not go to Rome with me?"
"I think, as I have always thought," said Leigh quietly, "that Donna Sovrani is an inspired artist, and that being inspired it follows that she must carry out her own convictions whether they suit the taste of others or not. 'A Servant of Christ' is a painful truth, boldly declared." Angela was unmoved by the compliment implied. She only glanced wistfully at the Cardinal, who still sat silent.
Cardinal Felix Bonpre sat alone in the largest and loneliest room of the large and lonely suite of rooms allotted to him in the Palazzo Sovrani, alone at a massive writing table near the window, his head resting on one hand, and his whole figure expressive of the most profound dejection.
"BRAVISSIMA!" exclaimed Vergniaud, "Well said, chere Sovrani! Well said! But I am the mocking demon always, as you know and I should almost be tempted to say that you WILL die in the attempt! I do not mean that you will die physically, no, you will probably live to a good old age; people who suffer always do! but you will die in the allegorical sense.
It is a problem worth thinking of!" Varillo looked sharply at her. Had she heard anything of his private life in Rome? a life he kept carefully concealed from everyone who might be likely to report his little amusements at the Palazzo Sovrani?
"Morte di Angela Sovrani!" "La bella Sovrani! Assassinamento crudele!" The old man's heart beat in strong hammer-strokes, he listened vaguely, his tall figure shaking a little with the storm pent-up within him, till all at once as if the full realization of the position had only just burst upon him, he uttered a sharp cry "Her lover! Her promised husband!
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