Eleanor

Chapter 19

"No," said Aunt Pattie miserably, raising a hand to her aching head, as though to excuse her lack of courage.

"Shall I tell him?"

"It"s too bad to put such things on you."

"No, not at all. But I won"t tell him now. It would spoil the day. Some time before the evening."

Aunt Pattie showed an aspect of relief.

"Do whatever you think best. It"s very good of you--"

"Not at all. Dear Aunt Pattie!--lie still. By the way--has she anyone with her?"

"Only her maid--the one person who can manage her at all. That poor lady, you know, who tried to be companion, gave it up some time ago. Where shall we put her?"

"There are the two east rooms. Shall I tell Andreina to get them ready?"

Aunt Pattie acquiesced, with a sound rather like a groan.

"There is no chance still of stopping her?" said Eleanor, moving away.

"The telegram gives no address but Orte station," said Aunt Pattie wearily; "she must have sent it on her journey."

"Then we must be prepared. Don"t fret--dear Aunt Pattie!--we"ll help you through."

Eleanor stood a moment in the salon, thinking.

Unlucky! Manisty"s eccentric and unmanageable sister had been for many years the secret burden of his life and Aunt Pattie"s. Eleanor had been a witness of the annoyance and depression with which he had learnt during the winter that she was in Italy. She knew something of the efforts that had been made to keep her away from the villa.--

He would be furiously helpless and miserable under the infliction.--Somehow, her spirits rose.--

She went to the door of the salon, and heard the carriage drive up that was to take them to Nemi. Across Manisty"s room, she saw himself on the balcony lounging and smoking till the ladies should appear. The blue lake with its green sh.o.r.es sparkled beyond him. The day was brightening. Certainly--let the bad news wait!

As they drove along the Galleria di Sotto, Manisty seemed to be preoccupied. The carriage had interrupted him in the midst of reading a long letter which he still held crumpled in his hand.

At last he said abruptly to Eleanor--"Benecke"s last chance is up. He is summoned to submit next week at latest."

"He tells you so?"

"Yes. He writes me a heart-broken letter."

"Poor, poor fellow! It"s all the Jesuits" doing. Mr. Neal told me the whole story."

"Oh! it"s tyranny of course. And the book"s only a fraction of the truth,--a little Darwinian yeast leavening a lump of theology. But they"re quite right. They can"t help it."

Eleanor looked at Lucy Foster and laughed.

"Dangerous to say those things before Miss Foster."

"Does Miss Foster know anything about it?"--he said coolly.

Lucy hastily disclaimed any knowledge of Father Benecke and his affairs.

"They"re very simple"--said Manisty. "Father Benecke is a priest, but also a Professor. He published last year a rather Liberal book--very mildly liberal--some evolution--some Biblical criticism--just a touch! And a good deal of protest against the way in which the Jesuits are ruining Catholic University education in Germany. Lord! more than enough. They put his book on the Index within a month; he has had a year"s grace to submit in; and now, if the submission is not made within a week or so, he will be first suspended, and then--excommunicated."

"Who"s "they"? "said Lucy.

"Oh! the Congregation of the Index--or the people who set them on."

"Is the book a bad book?"

"Quite the contrary."

"And you"re pleased?"

"I think the Papacy is keeping up discipline--and is not likely to go under just yet."

He turned to her with his teasing laugh and was suddenly conscious of her new elegance. Where was the "Sunday school teacher"? Transformed!--in five weeks--into this vision that was sitting opposite to him? Really, women were too wonderful! His male sense felt a kind of scorn for the plasticity of the s.e.x.

"He has asked your opinion?" said Lucy, pursuing the subject.

"Yes. I told him the book was excellent--and his condemnation certain."

Lucy bit her lip.

"Who did it?"

"The Jesuits--probably."

"And you defend them?"

"Of course!--They"re the only gentlemen in Europe who thoroughly understand their own business."

"What a business!" said Lucy, breathing quick.--"To rush on every little bit of truth they see and stamp it out!"

"Like any other dangerous firework,--your simile is excellent."

"Dangerous!" She threw back her head.--"To the blind and the cripples."

"Who are the larger half of mankind. Precisely."

She hesitated, then could not restrain herself.

"But _you"re_ not concerned?"

"I? Oh dear no. I can be trusted with fireworks. Besides I"m not a Catholic."

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