The rapid march of events in France had necessarily produced an opposite effect on minds so differently const.i.tuted. To Fulvia the year had been a year of victory, a glorious affirmation of her political creed. Step by step she had seen, as in some old allegorical painting, error fly before the shafts of truth. Where Odo beheld a conflagration she saw a sunrise; and all that was bare and cold in her own life was warmed and transfigured by that ineffable brightness.
She listened patiently while he enlarged on the difficulties of the case. The const.i.tution was framed in all its details, but with its completion he felt more than ever doubtful of the wisdom of granting it.
He would have welcomed any postponement that did not seem an admission of fear. He dreaded the inevitable break with the clergy, not so much because of the consequent danger to his own authority, as because he was increasingly conscious of the newness and clumsiness of the instrument with which he proposed to replace their tried and complex system. He mentioned to Fulvia the rumours of popular disaffection; but she swept them aside with a smile.
"The people mistrust you," she said. "And what does that mean? That you have given your enemies time to work on their credulity. The longer you delay the more opposition you will encounter. Father Ign.a.z.io would rather destroy the state than let it be saved by any hand but his."
Odo reflected. "Of all my enemies," he said, "Father Ign.a.z.io is the one I most respect, because he is the most sincere."
"He is the most dangerous, then," she returned. "A fanatic is always more powerful than a knave."
He was struck with her undiminished faith in the sufficiency of such generalisations. Did she really think that to solve such a problem it was only necessary to define it? The contact with her unfaltering a.s.surance would once have given him a momentary glow; but now it left him cold.
She was speaking more urgently. "Surely," she said, "the n.o.blest use a man can make of his own freedom is to set others free. My father said it was the only justification of kingship."
He glanced at her half-sadly. "Do you still fancy that kings are free? I am bound hand and foot."
"So was my father," she flashed back at him; "but he had the Promethean spirit."
She coloured at her own quickness, but Odo took the thrust tranquilly.
"Yes," he said, "your father had the Promethean spirit: I have not. The flesh that is daily torn from me does not grow again."
"Your courage is as great as his," she exclaimed, her tenderness in arms.
"No," he answered, "for his was hopeful." There was a pause, and then he began to speak of the day"s work.
All the afternoon he had been in consultation with Crescenti, whose vast historical knowledge was of service in determining many disputed points in the tenure of land. The librarian was in sympathy with any measures tending to relieve the condition of the peasantry; yet he was almost as strongly opposed as Trescorre to any reproduction of the Tuscan const.i.tution.
"He is afraid!" broke from Fulvia. She admired and respected Crescenti, yet she had never fully trusted him. The taint of ecclesiasticism was on him.
Odo smiled. "He has never been afraid of facing the charge of Jansenism," he replied. "All his life he has stood in open opposition to the Church party."
"It is one thing to criticise their dogmas, another to attack their privileges. At such a time he is bound to remember that he is a priest--that he is one of them."
"Yet, as you have often pointed out, it is to the clergy that France in great measure owes her release from feudalism."
She smiled coldly. "France would have won her cause without the clergy!"
"This is not France, then," he said with a sigh. After a moment he began again: "Can you not see that any reform which aims at reducing the power of the clergy must be more easily and successfully carried out if they can be induced to take part in it? That, in short, we need them at this moment as we have never needed them before? The example of France ought at least to show you that."
"The example of France shows me that, to gain a point in such a struggle, any means must be used! In France, as you say, the clergy were with the people--here they are against them. Where persuasion fails coercion must be used!"
Odo smiled faintly. "You might have borrowed that from their own armoury," he said.
She coloured at the sarcasm. "Why not?" she retorted. "Let them have a taste of their own methods! They know the kind of pressure that makes men yield--when they feel it they will know what to do."
He looked at her with astonishment. "This is Gamba"s tone," he said. "I have never heard you speak in this way before."
She coloured again; and now with a profound emotion. "Yes," she said, "it is Gamba"s tone. He and I speak for the same cause and with the same voice. We are of the people and we speak for the people. Who are your other counsellors? Priests and n.o.blemen! It is natural enough that they should wish to make their side of the question heard. Listen to them, if you will--conciliate them, if you can! We need all the allies we can win. Only do not fancy they are really speaking for the people. Do not think it is the people"s voice you hear. The people do not ask you to weigh this claim against that, to look too curiously into the defects and merits of every clause in their charter. All they ask is that the charter should be given them!"
She spoke with the low-voiced pa.s.sion that possessed her at such moments. All acrimony had vanished from her tone. The expression of a great conviction had swept aside every personal animosity, and cleared the sources of her deepest feeling. Odo felt the pressure of her emotion. He leaned to her and their hands met.
"It shall be given them," he said.
She lifted her face to his. It shone with a great light. Once before he had seen it so illumined, but with how different a brightness! The remembrance stirred in him some old habit of the senses. He bent over and kissed her.
4.7.
Never before had Odo so keenly felt the difference between theoretical visions of liberty and their practical application. His deepest heart-searchings showed him as sincerely devoted as ever to the cause which had enlisted his youth. He still longed above all things to serve his fellows; but the conditions of such service were not what he had dreamed. How different a calling it had been in Saint Francis"s day, when hearts inflamed with the new sense of brotherhood had but to set forth on their simple mission of almsgiving and admonition! To love one"s neighbour had become a much more complex business, one that taxed the intelligence as much as the heart, and in the course of which feeling must be held in firm subjection to reason. He was discouraged by Fulvia"s inability to understand the change. Hers was the missionary spirit; and he could not but reflect how much happier she would have been as a nun in a charitable order, a unit in some organised system of beneficence.
He too would have been happier to serve than to command! But it is not given to the lovers of the Lady Poverty to choose their special rank in her household. Don Gervaso"s words came back to him with deepening significance, and he thought how truly the old chaplain"s prayer had been fulfilled. Honour and power had come to him, and they had abased him to the dust. The "Humilitas" of his fathers, woven, carved and painted on every side, pursued him with an ironical reminder of his impotence.
Fulvia had not been mistaken in attributing his depression of spirit to de Crucis"s visit. It was the first time that de Crucis had returned to Pianura since the new Duke"s accession. Odo had welcomed him eagerly, had again pressed him to remain; but de Crucis was on his way to Germany, bound on some business which could not be deferred. Odo, aware of the renewed activity of the Jesuits, supposed that this business was connected with the flight of the French refugees, many of whom were gone to Coblentz; but on this point the abate was silent. Of the state of affairs in France he spoke openly and despondently. The immoderate haste with which the reforms had been granted filled him with fears for the future. Odo knew that Crescenti shared these fears, and the judgment of these two men, with whom he differed on fundamental principles, weighed with him far more than the opinions of the party he was supposed to represent. But he was in the case of many greater sovereigns of his day.
He had set free the waters of reform, and the frail bark of his authority had been torn from its moorings and swept headlong into the central current.
The next morning, to his surprise, the d.u.c.h.ess sent one of her gentlemen to ask an audience. Odo at once replied that he would wait on her Highness; and a few moments later he was ushered into his wife"s closet.
She had just left her toilet, and was still in the morning negligee worn during that prolonged and public ceremonial. Freshly perfumed and powdered, her eyes bright, her lips set in a nervous smile, she curiously recalled the arrogant child who had s.n.a.t.c.hed her spaniel away from him years ago in that same room. And was she not that child, after all? Had she ever grown beyond the imperious instincts of her youth? It seemed to him now that he had judged her harshly in the first months of their marriage. He had felt a momentary impatience when he had tried to force her roving impulses into the line of his own endeavour: it was easier to view her leniently now that she had almost pa.s.sed out of his life.
He wondered why she had sent for him. Some dispute with her household, doubtless; a quarrel with a servant, even--or perhaps some sordid difficulty with her creditors. But she began in a new key.
"Your Highness," she said, "is not given to taking my advice."
Odo looked at her in surprise. "The opportunity is not often accorded me," he replied with a smile.
Maria Clementina made an impatient gesture; then her face softened.
Contradictory emotions flitted over it like the reflections cast by a hurrying sky. She came close to him and then drew away and seated herself in the high-backed chair where she had throned when he first saw her. Suddenly she blushed and began to speak.
"Once," she said in a low, almost inaudible voice, "I was able to give your Highness warning of an impending danger--" She paused and her eyes rested full on Odo.
He felt his colour rise as he returned her gaze. It was her first allusion to the past. He had supposed she had forgotten. For a moment he remained awkwardly silent.
"Do you remember?" she asked.
"I remember."
"The danger was a grave one. Your Highness may recall that but for my warning you would not have been advised of it."
"I remember," he said again.
She paused a moment. "The danger," she repeated, "was a grave one; but it threatened only your Highness"s person. Your Highness listened to me then; will you listen again if I advise you of a greater--a peril threatening not only your person but your throne?"
Odo smiled. He could guess now what was coming. She had been drilled to act as the mouthpiece of the opposition. He composed his features and said quietly: "These are grave words, madam. I know of no such peril--but I am always ready to listen to your Highness."
His smile had betrayed him, and a quick flame of anger pa.s.sed over her face.
"Why should you listen to me, since you never heed what I say?"