His voice had a slight tremor. She looked up. There was a hush, a

momentary thrill. Then he smiled again and patted her hand once more.

"You must not let the world weaken you, my child, or cause you to doubt

the validity of your marriage. Whether it is a good marriage, in effect

as well as intention (one of you being still unbaptized), it is for the

Church, not the world, to decide."

Again Roma kissed the ring of the Pope, and again he patted the hand

that lay under his.

"Nevertheless, there is something I wish you to do, my daughter," he

said, in the same low tones. "I wish you to tell your husband."

"Holy Father," said Roma, "I have already told him. I had done so before

I spoke to Father Pifferi, but only under the disguise of another

woman's story."

"And what did your husband say?"

"He said what your Holiness says. He was very charitable and noble; so I

took heart and told him everything."

"And what did he say then?"

A cloud crossed her face. "Holy Father, he has not yet said anything."

"Not anything?"

"He is away; he has not replied to my letter."

"Has there been time?"

"More than time, your Holiness, but still I hear nothing."

"And what is your conclusion?"

"That my letter has awakened some pity, but now that he knows I am the

wife I spoke about and he is the husband intended, he cannot forgive

me as he said the husband would forgive, and his generous soul is in

distress."

"My daughter, could you wish me to speak to him?"

The cloud fled from her face. "It is more than I deserve, far more, but

if the Holy Father would do that...."

"Then I must know the names--you must tell me everything."

"Yes, yes!"

"Who is your father, my child?"

"My father died in banishment. He was a Liberal--he was Prince Prospero

Volonna."

"As I thought. Who was the other man?"

"He was a distant kinsman of my father's, and I have lately discovered

that he was the principal instrument in my father's deportation. He was

my guardian, a Minister and a great man in Italy. It is the Baron

Bonelli, your Holiness."

"Just so, just so!" said the Pope, tapping his foot in obvious heat.

"But go on, my child. Who is your husband?"




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