"But he will know who has denounced him. I am the only one in the world

to whom he has told his secrets, and he will hate me and part from me."

"You will have saved his life, my daughter."

"What is it to me to have saved his life if he is lost to me for ever?"

"Is it you that say that, my child--you that have sacrificed so much

already? Doesn't the highest love remember first the welfare of the

loved one and think of itself the last?"

"Yes, yes; I didn't know what I was saying. But he will curse me for

destroying his cause."

"His cause will be destroyed in any case. It is doomed already. And when

his visionary schemes are in the dust, and all is lost and vain, and

your tears are powerless to bring back the past...."

"But he will be banished, and I shall never see him again."

"It will be the less of two evils, my child," said the Pope. And in the

solemn, vibrating voice that rang in Roma's ears like the voice of

Rossi, he added, "'Whosoever sheds man's blood by man shall his blood be

shed.'"

Again Roma held on to the table, feeling at every moment as if she might

fall with a crash.

"That's what would come to your husband if he were arrested and

condemned for a conspiracy to kill the King. And even if the humane

spirit of the age snatched him from death--what then? A cell in a prison

on a volcanic rock in the sea, a stone sepulchre for the living dead,

buried like a toad in a hole left by the running lava of life, guarded,

watched, tortured in body and soul--a figure of tremendous tragedy, the

hapless man once worshipped by the people spreading impotent hands to

the outer world, until madness comes to his relief and suicide helps him

to escape into eternity and leave only his wasted body on the earth."

Roma could bear the nervous tension no longer. "I'll do it," she said.

"My brave child!" said the Capuchin, turning from the window, with a

face broken up by emotion.

"It is one thing to repeat a secret if it is to harm any one, and quite

another thing if it is to do good, isn't it?" said Roma.

"Indeed it is," said the Capuchin.

"He will never forgive me--I know that quite well. He will never imagine

I would have died rather than do it. But I shall know I have done it for

the best."




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