While they were talking Jerome came up, and Clement persuaded him to lie at the convent that night. But when in the morning Clement told him he had had a long talk with the abbess, and that she was very sad, and he had promised her to try and win back her nun, Jerome objected, and said, "It was not their business, and was a waste of time." Clement, however, was no longer a mere pupil. He stood firm, and at last they agreed that Jerome should go forward, and secure their pa.s.sage in the next ship for England, and Clement be allowed time to make his well-meant but idle experiment.
About ten o"clock that day, a figure in a horseman"s cloak, and great boots to match, and a large flapping felt hat, stood like a statue near the auberge, where was the apostate nun, Mary. The friar thus disguised was at that moment truly wretched. These ardent natures undertake wonders; but are dashed when they come hand to hand with the sickening difficulties. But then, as their hearts are steel, though their nerves are anything but iron, they turn not back, but panting and dispirited, struggle on to the last.
Clement hesitated long at the door, prayed for help and wisdom, and at last entered the inn and sat down faint at heart, and with his body in a cold perspiration.
But outside he was another man. He called l.u.s.tily for a cup of wine: it was brought him by the landlord. He paid for it with money the convent had supplied him: and made a show of drinking it.
"Landlord," said he, "I hear there is a fair chambermaid in thine house."
"Ay, stranger, the buxomest in Holland. But she gives not her company to all comers; only to good customers."
Friar Clement dangled a ma.s.sive gold chain in the landlord"s sight. He laughed, and shouted, "Here, Janet, here is a lover for thee would bind thee in chains of gold: and a tall lad into the bargain I promise thee."
"Then I am in double luck," said a female voice: "send him hither."
Clement rose, shuddered, and pa.s.sed into the room, where Janet was seated playing with a piece of work, and laying it down every minute, to sing a mutilated fragment of a song. For, in her mode of life, she had not the patience to carry anything out.
After a few words of greeting, the disguised visitor asked her if they could not be more private somewhere.
"Why not?" said she. And she rose and smiled, and went tripping before him. He followed, groaning inwardly, and sore perplexed.
"There," said she. "Have no fear! n.o.body ever comes here, but such as pay for the privilege."
Clement looked round the room, and prayed silently for wisdom. Then he went softly, and closed the window-shutters carefully.
"What on earth is that for?" said Janet in some uneasiness.
"Sweetheart," whispered the visitor, with a mysterious air, "it is that G.o.d may not see us."
"Madman," said Janet, "think you a wooden shutter can keep out his eye?"
"Nay, I know not. Perchance he has too much on hand to notice us. But I would not the saints and angels should see us. Would you?"
"My poor soul, hope not to escape their sight! The only way is not to think of them; for if you do, it poisons your cup. For two pins I"d run and leave thee. Art pleasant company in sooth."
"After all, girl, so that men see us not, what signify G.o.d and the saints seeing us? Feel this chain! "Tis virgin gold. I shall cut two of these heavy links off for thee."
"Ah! now thy discourse is to the point." And she handled the chain greedily. "Why, "tis as ma.s.sy as the chain round the Virgin"s neck at the conv--" She did not finish the word.
"Whisht! whisht! whisht! "Tis _it_. And thou shalt have thy share. But betray me not."
"Monster!" cried Janet, drawing back from him with repugnance, "what rob the blessed Virgin of her chain, and give it to an--"
"You are none," cried Clement, exultingly, "or you had not recked for that.--Mary!"
"Ah! ah! ah!"
"Thy patron saint, whose chain this is, sends me to greet thee."
She ran screaming to the window and began to undo the shutters.
Her fingers trembled, and Clement had time to debara.s.s himself of his boots, and his hat, before the light streamed in upon him. He then let his cloak quietly fall, and stood before her, a Dominican friar, calm and majestic as a statue, and held his crucifix towering over her with a loving, sad, and solemn look, that somehow relieved her of the physical part of fear, but crushed her with religious terror and remorse. She crouched and cowered against the wall.
"Mary," said he, gently; "one word! Are you happy?"
"As happy as I shall be in h.e.l.l."
"And they are not happy at the convent; they weep for you."
"For me?"
"Day and night; above all the Sister Ursula."
"Poor Ursula!" And the strayed nun began to weep herself at the thought of her friend.
"The angels weep still more. Wilt not dry all their tears in earth and heaven, and save thyself?"
"Ah! would I could: but it is too late."
"Satan avaunt," cried the monk, sternly. ""Tis thy favourite temptation; and thou, Mary, listen not to the enemy of man, belying G.o.d, and whispering despair. I who come to save thee have been a far greater sinner than thou. Come, Mary, sin, thou seest, is not so sweet e"en in this world, as holiness; and eternity is at the door."
"How can they ever receive me again?"
""Tis their worthiness thou doubtest now. But in truth they pine for thee. "Twas in pity of their tears that I, a Dominican, undertook this task; and broke the rule of my order by entering an inn; and broke it again by donning these lay vestments. But all is well done, and quit for a light penance, if thou will let us rescue thy soul from this den of wolves and bring thee back to thy vows."
The nun gazed at him with tears in her eyes. "And thou a Dominican hast done this for a daughter of St. Francis! Why the Franciscans and Dominicans hate one another."
"Ay, my daughter; but Francis and Dominic love one another."
The recreant nun seemed struck and affected by this answer.
Clement now reminded her how shocked she had been that the Virgin should be robbed of her chain. "But see now," said he, "the convent and the Virgin too think ten times more of their poor nun than of golden chains; for they freely trusted their chain to me a stranger, that peradventure the sight of it might touch their lost Mary and remind her of their love." Finally he showed her with such terrible simplicity the end of her present course, and on the other hand so revived her dormant memories and better feelings, that she kneeled sobbing at his feet, and owned she had never known happiness nor peace since she betrayed her vows; and said she would go back if he would go with her; but alone she dared not, could not: even if she reached the gate she could never enter. How could she face the abbess and the sisters? He told her he would go with her as joyfully as the shepherd bears a strayed lamb to the fold.
But when he urged her to go at once, up sprung a crop of those prodigiously petty difficulties that entangle her s.e.x, like silken nets, like iron cobwebs.
He quietly swept them aside.
"But how can I walk beside thee in this habit?"
"I have brought the gown and cowl of thy holy order. Hide thy bravery with them. And leave thy shoes as I leave these" (pointing to his horseman"s boots).
She collected her jewels and ornaments.
"What are these for?" inquired Clement.
"To present to the convent, father."
"Their source is too impure."