The Eternal City
Page 364"It's hard, my son, very hard. But who knows what influences...."
"Curse them! Curse the influences, whatever they were, which caused a
wife to betray her husband."
The Pope, who was sitting with both hands on the knob of his stick,
quivered perceptibly. "My son," he said, "you have much to justify you,
and it is not for me to gainsay you altogether. But God rules His world
in righteousness, and if this had not happened, who knows but what worse
might have befallen you?"
"Nothing worse could have befallen me, your Holiness."
There was another moment of silence, and then the Pope said, "Yes, I
understand what it is to build one's faith on a human foundation. The
this ... this betrayal is, you do very wrong if you refuse to see that
it saved you from the consequences--the awful consequences before God
and man--of your intended conduct."
"What conduct, your Holiness?"
"The terrible conduct which formed the basis of your plans on returning
to Rome."
"You mean ... what the newspapers talked about?"
The Pope bent his head.
"A conspiracy to kill the King?"
Again the Pope bent his head.
"Unhappily I was compelled to do so."
"And she ... do you suppose she believed it?"
"She believed you were engaged in conspiracies. There was nothing else
she could believe in the light of what you had said and written."
After a moment Rossi began to laugh. "And yet you say the world is ruled
in righteousness!" he said.
The Pope's face was whitening. "Do you tell me it was a mistake?" he
asked.
"Indeed I do. The only conspiracies I was engaged in were conspiracies
to found associations of freedom which had been forbidden by the
to results like these, what's the good of trying?" And he laughed again.
The Pope, who was deeply moved, looked up into the young man's tortured
face, without knowing that his own tears were streaming. Old memories
were astir within him, and he was carried back into the past of his own
life. He was remembering the days when he too had reeled beneath the
blow of a terrible fate, and all his hopes and beliefs had been mown
down as by a scythe. But God had been good. His gracious hand had healed
the wound and made all things well.