"As you approach," he said in a low tone, "you will make three

genuflexions--one at the door, another midway across the floor, the

third at the Holy Father's feet. You feel well?"

"Yes," she faltered.

The door was opened, the Monsignor stepped one pace into the room, and

then knelt and said-"Donna Roma Volonna, your Holiness."

Roma was on her knees at the threshold; a soft, full, kindly voice,

which she could have believed she had heard before, called on her to

approach; she rose and stepped forward, the Monsignor stepped back, and

the door behind her was closed.

She was in the Presence.

III The Pope, dressed wholly in white, was seated in a simple chair by a

little table in a homely room, surrounded by bookcases and some busts of

former pontiffs. There were little domesticities of intimate life about

him, an empty soup-dish, a cruet-stand, a plate and a spoon. He had a

face of great sweetness and spirituality, and as Roma approached he bent

his head and smiled a fatherly smile. She knelt and kissed his ring, and

continued to kneel by his chair, putting one hand on the arm. He placed

his own mittened hand over hers and patted it tenderly, while he looked

into her face.

The little nervous perturbation with which Roma had entered the room

began to leave her, and in the awful wearer of the threefold crown she

saw nothing but a simple, loving human being. A feminine sense crept

over her, a sense of nursing, almost of motherhood, and at that first

moment she felt as if she wanted to do something for the gentle old man.

Then he began to speak. His voice had that tone which comes to the voice

of a man who has the sense of sex strong in him, when a woman is with

him and his accents soften perceptibly.

"My daughter," he said, "Father Pifferi has spoken about you, and by

your permission, as I understand it, he has repeated the story you told

him. You have suffered, and you have my sympathy. And though you are not

among the number of my children, I sent for you, that, as an old man to

a young woman, by God's grace I might strengthen you and support you."

She kissed his ring again and continued to kneel by the arm of his

chair.

"Long ago, my child, I knew one who was in something like the same

position, and perhaps it is the memory of what befell that poor soul

which impels me to speak to you.... But she is dead, her story is dead

too; let time and nature cover them."




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