"Perfectly, your eminence," replied Tommaso, and then he added--"When a stranger gives me two hundred and fifty lire it is time to lock my door."
The cardinal went out of the church, the turquoise cup under his ca.s.sock. He crossed the Piazza slowly, for he was both limping and thinking. He came to the shop of Testolini, the jeweller, under the North arcade, paused a moment, and entered. The clerks behind the counters sprang to their feet and bowed low.
"Signor Testolini?" asked the cardinal; "is he within?"
"Yes, your eminence," said the head clerk. "He is in his bureau. I will summon him."
"No," said the cardinal, "if he is alone I will go in," and he opened the door at the back of the shop and closed it behind him. In ten minutes he came out again. Signor Testolini followed, rubbing his hands and bowing at each step.
"Perfectly, your eminence," he said. "I quite understand."
"It must be in my hands in ten days," said the cardinal.
"Ten days!" exclaimed Testolini; "impossible."
"What is that strange word?" said the cardinal; "it must be a vulgarism of New Italy, that "impossible." I do not like it and I will thank you not to use it again when speaking to me. In ten days, Signore."
"Yes, your eminence," said Testolini, "but it will be in the afternoon."
"In ten days," said the cardinal, very quietly.
"Yes, your eminence," said Testolini.
"He looks like Napoleon," whispered the head clerk to his neighbor.
The cardinal went limping down the shop. He had almost reached the door when he stopped and spoke to a little man who stood behind the show-case in which are the enamels.
"Ah, Signore!" he exclaimed, "how come on the wife and baby? I meant to see them this afternoon, but I was diverted. I wish you to continue the same diet for them--take this"--and he fumbled in his pocket, but drew a blank.
"Signor Testolini," he said to the master at his heels, "I find I have no money. Kindly loan me fifty lire. Here," he said to the little man, and he slipped the money into his hand, "plenty of milk for the child;"
and he went out of the shop.
"That was not like Napoleon," said the head clerk; and then he added, "Occasionally one meets with a priest who rises superior to his profession."
The little man behind the enamel counter said nothing, but he drew his hand across his eyes.
III
The following day was a busy one for the cardinal. While Pietro was shaving him he parcelled out the hours.
"What time is it, Pietro?" he asked.
"Three minutes past seven, your eminence."
"Good," said the cardinal; "at half-past I make my ma.s.s; at eight, I take my coffee; from eight to ten, my poor--by the way, Pietro, is there any money in the house?"
"Yes, your eminence," said Pietro; "there are eight hundred lire in your desk."
"Take fifty of them to Signor Testolini, in the Piazza, with my thanks,"
said the cardinal, "and put the rest in my purse. Where was I, Pietro?"
"Your eminence had reached ten o"clock," replied Pietro.
"From ten to eleven," continued the cardinal, "audience for the laity; from eleven to half-past, audience for the clergy; half-past eleven, my egg and a salad. Keep all who look hungry, Pietro, and ask them to take _dejeuner_ with me; at twelve, see the architect who is restoring the altar-rail at St. Margaret"s; take time to write to the Superior at St.
Lazzaro in reference to the proof-sheets of the "Life of Eusebius"; from one to three, my poor--we must get some more money, Pietro; from three to four--"
"There, your eminence!" exclaimed Pietro, "I have cut you."
"Yes," said the cardinal; "I was about to mention it. Where was I?"
"Your eminence was at four o"clock," replied Pietro.
"Four o"clock already!" exclaimed the cardinal, "and nothing done; from four to half-past four, interview with the treasurer of the diocese.
That"s a bad half-hour, Pietro. At half-past four I wish the barca to be at the landing. Have the men wear their least shabby liveries. I am to visit the English yacht that lies over by St. Giorgio. You must dress me in my best to-day."
"Alas, your eminence," said Pietro, "your best ca.s.sock is two years old."
"How old is the one I wore yesterday?" asked the cardinal.
"Four years at least," said Pietro. "You have your ceremonial dress, but nothing better for the street."
"I caught a glimpse of myself in one of Testolini"s mirrors yesterday,"
said the cardinal, "and I thought I looked rather well."
"Your eminence," said Pietro, "you saw your face and not your coat."
"Pietro," said the cardinal, rising, "you should have turned your hand to diplomacy; you would have gone far."
At half-past four o"clock the cardinal"s barca drew up to the molo. The oarsmen were dressed in black, save that their sashes and stockings were scarlet. The bowman landed. It was as though a footman came off the box of a brougham and waited on the curb. While the figures on the clock-tower were still striking the half-hour, the cardinal came limping across the Piazza. The gondoliers at the molo took off their hats and drew up in two lines. The cardinal pa.s.sed between them, looking each man in the face. He beckoned to one, who left the ranks and came up to him, awkward and sheepish.
"Emilio," said the cardinal, "I have arranged your matter. You are to pay four lire a week, and are to keep out of the wine-shops. Mind, now, no drinking." To another he said, "I have looked into your case, Marco.
You are perfectly right. I have employed counsel for you. Attend to your business and forget your trouble. It is my trouble, now." To a man to whom he beckoned next he spoke differently. "How dare you send me such a pet.i.tion?" he exclaimed. "It was false from beginning to end. You never served in the legion. The woman you complain of is your lawful wife. You married her in Padua ten years ago. You have been imprisoned for pet.i.t theft. You got your gondolier"s license by false pretences. Mark you, friends," he said, turning, "here is one of your mates who will bear watching. When he slips, come to me," and he stepped into his barca.
"To the English yacht," he said.
When they arrived they found the Tara dressed in flags, from truck to deck; Lady Nora stood on the platform of the boarding-stairs, and the crew were mustered amidships.
"Your eminence," cried Lady Nora, "you should have a salute if I knew the proper number of guns."
"My dear lady," said the cardinal, taking off his hat, "the Church militant does not burn gunpowder, it fights hand to hand. Come for me at six," he said to his poppe.
"Surely," said Lady Nora, "you will dine with us. We have ices with the Papal colors, and we have a little box for Peter"s pence, to be pa.s.sed with the coffee. I shall be much disappointed if you do not dine with us."
"Wait!" called the cardinal to his barca. The oarsmen put about. "Tell Pietro," he said, "to feed the pigeons as usual. Tell him to lay crumbs on the balcony railing, and if the c.o.c.k bird is too greedy, to drive him away and give the hen an opportunity. Come for me at nine."