"No," said Angela, smiling a little, "Not even Signor Varillo. I want to surprise him."
"In what way?" asked the Cardinal, rousing himself from his pensive reverie.
Angela blushed.
"By proving that perhaps, after all, a woman can do a great thing in art,--a really great thing!" she said, "Designed greatly, and greatly executed."
"Does he not admit that, knowing you?" asked Aubrey Leigh suggestively.
"Oh, he is most kind and sympathetic to me in my work," explained Angela quickly, vexed to think that she had perhaps implied some little point that was not quite in her beloved one"s favour. "But he is like most men,--they have a preconceived idea of women, and of what their place should be in the world--"
"Unchanged since the early phases of civilization, when women were something less valuable than cattle?" said Leigh smiling.
"Oh, the cattle idea is not exploded, by any means!" put in Vergniaud.
"In Germany and Switzerland, for example, look at the women who are ground down to toil and hardship there! The cows are infinitely prettier and more preferable, and lead much pleasanter lives. And the men for whom these poor wretched women work, lounge about in cafes all day, smoking and playing dominoes. The barbaric arrangement that a woman should be a man"s drudge and chattel is quite satisfactory, I think, to the majority of our s.e.x. It is certainly an odd condition of things that the mothers of men should suffer most from man"s cruelty.
But it is the work of an all-wise Providence, no doubt; and you, Mr.
Leigh, will swear that it is all right!"
"It is all right," said Leigh quietly, "or rather I should say, it WILL be all right,--and it would have been all right long ago, if we had, as Emerson puts it, "accepted the hint of each new experience." But that is precisely what we will not do. Woman is the true helpmate of man, and takes a natural joy in being so whenever we will allow it,--whenever we will give her scope for her actions, freedom for her intelligence, and trust for her instincts. But for the present many of us still prefer to play savage,--the complete savage in low life,--the civilized savage in high. The complete savage is found in the dockyard labourer, who makes a woman bear his children and then kicks her to death,--the savage in high life is the man who equally kills the mother of his children, but in another way, namely, by neglect and infidelity, while he treats his numerous mistresses just as the Turk treats the creatures of his harem--merely as so many pretty soft animals, requiring to be fed with sweets and ornamented with jewels, and then to be cast aside when done with. All pure savagery! But we are slowly evolving from it into something better. A few of us there are, who honour womanhood,--a few of us believe in women as guiding stars in our troubled sky,--a few of us would work and climb to greatness for love of the one woman we adore,--would conquer all obstacles,--ay, would die for her if need be, of what is far more difficult, would live for her the life of a hero and martyr! Yes--such things are done,--and men can be found who will do such things--all for a woman"s sake."
There was a wonderful pa.s.sion in his voice,--a deep thrill of earnestness which carried conviction with sweetness. Cardinal Bonpre looked at him with a smile.
"You are perhaps one of those men, Mr. Leigh?" he said.
"I do not know,--I may be," responded Leigh, a flush rising to his cheeks;--"but,--so far, no woman has ever truly loved me, save my mother. But apart from all personalities, I am a great believer in women. The love of a good woman is a most powerful lever to raise man to greatness,--I do not mean by "good" the goody-goody creature,--no, for that is a sort of woman who does more mischief in her so-called "blameless" life than a very Delilah. I mean by "good", a strong, pure, great soul in woman,--sincere, faithful, patient, full of courage and calm,--and with this I maintain she must prove a truly G.o.d-given helpmate to man. For we are rough creatures at best,--irritable creatures too!--you see," and here a slight smile lighted up his delicate features, "we really do try more or less to reach heights that are beyond us--we are always fighting for a heaven of some sort, whether we make it of gold, or politics, or art;--it is a "heaven" or a "happiness" that we want;--we would be as G.o.ds,--we would scale Olympus,--and sometimes Olympus refuses to be scaled! And then we tumble down, very cross, very sore, very much ruffled;--and it is only a woman who can comfort us then, and by her love and tenderness mend our broken limbs and put salve on our wounded pride."
"Well, then, surely the Church is in a very bad way," said Vergniaud smiling, "Think of the vow of perpetual celibacy!"
"Celibacy cannot do away with woman"s help or influence," said Leigh, "There are always mothers and sisters, instead of sweethearts and wives. I am in favour of celibacy for the clergy. I think a minister of Christ should be free to work for and serve Christ only."
"You are quite right, Mr. Leigh;" said the Cardinal, "There is more than enough to do in every day of our lives if we desire to truly follow His commands. But in this present time, alas!--religion is becoming a question of form--not of heart."
"Dearest uncle, if you think that, you will not judge me too severely for my pictures," said Angela quickly, throwing herself on her knees beside him. "Do you not see? It is just because the ministers of Christ are so lax that I have taken to studying them in my way,--which is, I know, not your way;--still, I think we both mean one and the same thing!"
"You are a woman, Angela," said the Cardinal gently, "and as a woman you must be careful of offences--"
"Oh, a woman!" exclaimed Angela, her beautiful eyes flashing with mingled tenderness and scorn, and her whole face lighting up with animation, "Only a woman! SHE must not give a grand lesson to the world! SHE must not, by means of brush or pen, point out to a corrupt generation the way it is going! Why? Because G.o.d has created her to be the helpmate of man! Excellent reason! Man is taking a direct straight road to destruction, and she must not stop him by so much as lifting a warning finger! Again, why? Only because she is a woman! But I--were I twenty times a woman, twenty times weaker than I am, and hampered by every sort of convention and usage,--I would express my thoughts somehow, or die in the attempt!"
"BRAVISSIMA!" exclaimed Vergniaud, "Well said, chere Sovrani!--Well said! But I am the mocking demon always, as you know--and I should almost be tempted to say that you WILL die in the attempt! I do not mean that you will die physically,--no, you will probably live to a good old age; people who suffer always do!--but you will die in the allegorical sense. You will grow the stigmata of the Saviour in your hands and feet--you will bear terrible marks of the nails hammered into your flesh by your dearest friends! You will have to wear a crown of thorns, set on your brows no doubt by those whom you most love . . .
and the vinegar and gall will be very quickly mixed and offered to you by the whole world of criticism without a moment"s hesitation! And will probably have to endure your agony alone,--as nearly everyone runs away from a declared Truth, orif they pause at all, it is only to spit upon it and call it a Lie!"
"Do not prophesy so cruel a fate for the child!" said the Cardinal tenderly, taking Angela"s hand and drawing her towards him. "She has a great gift,--I am sure she will use it greatly. And true greatness is always acknowledged in the end."
"Yes, when the author or the artist has been in the grave for a hundred years or more;" said Vergniaud incorrigibly. "I am not sure that it would not be better for Donna Sovrani"s happiness to marry the amiable Florian Varillo at once rather than paint her great picture! Do you not agree with me, Mr. Leigh?"
Leigh was turning over an old volume of prints in a desultory and abstracted fashion, but on being addressed, looked up quickly.
"I would rather not presume to give an opinion," he said somewhat coldly, "It is only on the rarest occasions that a woman"s life is balanced between love and fame,--and the two gifts are seldom bestowed together. She generally has to choose between them. If she accepts love she is often compelled to forego fame, because she merges herself too closely into the existence of another to stand by her own individuality. If on the other hand, she chooses fame, men are generally afraid of or jealous of her, and leave her to herself. Donna Sovrani, however, is a fortunate exception,--she has secured both fame--and love."
He hesitated a moment before saying the last words, and his brows contracted a little. But Angela did not see the slight cloud of vexation that darkened his eyes,--his words pleased her, and she smiled.
"Ah, Mr. Leigh sees how it is with me!" she said, "He knows what good cause I have to be happy and to do the best work that is in me! It is all to make Florian proud of me!--and he IS proud--and he will be prouder! You must just see this one more sketch taken from life,--it is the head of one of our most noted surgeons,--I call it for the present "A Vivisectionist"."
It was a wonderful study,--perhaps the strongest of the three she had shown. It was the portrait of a thin, fine, intellectual face, which in its every line suggested an intense, and almost dreadful curiosity. The brows were high, yet narrow,--the eyes clear and cold, and pitiless in their straight regard,--the lips thin and compressed,--the nose delicate, with thin open nostrils, like those of a trained sleuth-hound on the scent of blood. It was a three-quarter-length picture, showing the hand of the man slightly raised, and holding a surgeon"s knife,--a wonderful hand, rather small, with fingers that are generally termed "artistic"--and a firm wrist, which Angela had worked at patiently, carefully delineating the practised muscles employed and developed in the vivisectiomst"s ghastly business.
Aubrey Leigh stood contemplating it intently.
"I think it is really the finest of all the types," he said presently, "One can grasp that man"s character so thoroughly! There is no pity in him,--no sentiment--there is merely an insatiable avidity to break open the great treasure-house of Life by fair means or foul! It is very terrible--but very powerful."
"I know the man," said Abbe Vergniaud, "Did he sit to you willingly?"
"Very willingly indeed!" replied Angela, "He was quite amused when I told him frankly that I wanted him as a type of educated and refined cruelty."
"Oh, these fellows see nothing reprehensible in their work," said Leigh, "And such things go on among them as make the strongest man sick to think of! I know of two cases now in a hospital; the patients are incurable, but the surgeons have given them hope of recovery through an "operation" which, however, in their cases, will be no "operation" at all, but simply vivisection. The poor creatures have to die anyhow, it is true, but death might come to them less terribly,--the surgeons, however, will "operate", and kill them a little more quickly, in order to grasp certain unknown technicalities of their disease."
Angela looked at him with wide-open eyes of pain and amazement.
"Horrible!" she murmured, "Absolutely horrible! Can nothing be done to interfere with, or to stop such cruelty?"
"Nothing, I fear," said Leigh, "I have been abroad some time, studying various "phases", of its so-called intellectual and scientific life, and have found many of these phases nothing but an output of masked barbarity. The savages of Thibet are more pitiful than the French or Italian vivisectionist,--and the horrors that go on in the laboratories would not be believed if they were told. Would not be believed! They would be flatly denied, even by the men who are engaged in them! And were I to write a plain statement of what I know to be true, and send it to an English journal, it would not be put in, not even in support of the Anti-Vivisection Society, lest it might "offend" the foreign schools of surgery, and also perhaps lest English schools might prove not altogether free from similar crimes. If, however, by chance, such a statement were published, it would be met with an indignant chorus of denial from every quarter of accusation! How, then, can justice be obtained from what I call the New Inquisition? The old-time Inquisitors tortured their kind for Religion"s sake,--the modern ones do it in the name of Science,--but the inhumanity, the callousness, the inborn savage love of cruelty--are all the same in both instances."
Cardinal Bonpre shuddered as he heard.
"Lord Christ, where art thou!" he thought, "Where is Thy spirit of unfailing tenderness and care? How is Thy command of "love one another"
obeyed!" Aloud he said, "Surely such deeds, even in the cause of surgical science, ought not to be permitted in a Christian city?"
"Christian city!" and Vergniaud laughed, "You would not apply that designation to Paris, would you? Paris is hopelessly, riotously pagan;--nay, not even pagan, for the pagans had G.o.ds and Paris has none! Neither Jove--nor Jupiter--nor Jehovah! As for the Christ,--He is made the subject of many a public caricature,--yes!--you may see them in the side-streets pasted upon the walls and h.o.a.rdings!--and also of many a low lampoon;--but He is not accepted as a Teacher, nor even as an Example. His reign is over, in Paris at least!"
"Stop!" said the Cardinal, rising suddenly, "I forbid you, Vergniaud, to tell me these things! If they are true, then shame upon you and upon all the clergy of this unhappy city to stand by and let such disgrace to yourselves, and blasphemy to our Master, exist without protest!"
His tall spare figure a.s.sumed a commanding grandeur and authority,--his pale face flushed and his eyes sparkled--he looked inspired--superb--a very apostle burning with righteous indignation. His words seemed to have the effect of an electric shock on the Abbe,--he started as though stung by the lash of a whip, and drew himself up haughtily . . . then meeting the Cardinal"s straight glance, his head drooped, and he stood mute and rigid. Leigh, though conscious of embarra.s.sment as the witness of a strong reproof administered by one dignitary of the Church to another, yet felt deeply interested in the scene,--Angela shrank back trembling,--and for a few moments which, though so brief, seemed painfully long, there was a dead silence. Then Verginaud spoke in low stifled accents.
"You are perfectly right, Monseigneur! It IS shame to me!--and to the priesthood of France! I am no worse than the rest of my cla.s.s,--but I am certainly no better! Your reproach is grand,--and just! I accept it, and ask your pardon!"
He bent one knee, touched the Cardinal"s ring with his lips, and then without another word turned and left the room. The Cardinal gazed after his retreating figure like a man in a dream, then he said gently,
"Angela, go after him!--Call him back!--"
But it was too late. Vergniaud had left the house before Angela could overtake him. She came back hurriedly to say so, with a pale face and troubled look. Her uncle patted her kindly on the shoulder.
"Well, well!--It will not hurt him to have seen me angry," he said smiling, "Anger in a just cause is permitted. I seem to have frightened you, Angela? Of a truth I have rather frightened myself! There, we will not talk any more of the evils of Paris. Mr. Leigh perhaps thinks me an intolerant Christian?"
"On the contrary I think you are one of the few "faithful" that I have ever met," said Leigh, "Of course I am out of it in a way, because I do not belong to the Roman Church. I am supposed--I say "supposed"
advisedly--to be a Church of England man, or to put it more comprehensively, a Protestant, and I certainly am so much of the latter that I protest against all our systems altogether!"
"Is that quite just?" asked Bonpre gently.
"Perhaps not!--but what is one to do? I am not alone in my ideas! One of our English bishops has been latterly deploring the fact that out of a thousand lads in a certain parish nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine of them never go to church! Well, what can you expect? I do not blame those nine-hundred and-ninety-nine at all. I am one with them. _I_ never go to church."