The Master-Christian Part 70
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One man may do much,--all history proves the conquering force of one determined will. You, young as you are, have persuaded France to listen to you,--I am doing my best to persuade England to hear me. We are only two--but others will follow. I know it is difficult!--it is hara.s.sing and often heartbreaking to insist on Truth when the whole world's press is at work bolstering up false G.o.ds, false ideals, false art, false sentiment,--but if we are firm--if we hold an unflinching faith, we shall conquer!"
"You are brave!" said Cyrillon with a glance of mingled trust and admiration. "But you are an exception to the majority of men. The majority are cruel and treacherous, and stupid as well. Dense stupidity is hard to fight against! Who for example, do you suppose, will understand the lesson of Donna Sovrani's great picture?"
"All the New World!" said Aubrey, with enthusiasm,--"It is for the New World--not the Old. And that reminds me to-day the picture is on view to the art-critics and experts for the first time. I prophesy it will be sold at once!"
"That would make her father happy," said Cyrillon slowly. "But she--she will not care!"
Aubrey looked at him attentively.
"Have you seen her?"
"Yes. For a moment only. I called at the Sovrani Palace and her father received me. We talked for some time together. I think he knows who dealt the murderous blow at his daughter, but he says nothing positive.
He showed me the picture. It is great--sublime! I could have knelt before it! Then he took me to see Her--and I would have knelt still more readily! But--she is changed!"
"And--are you?" asked Aubrey with a slight smile.
"Changed? I? No--I shall never change. I loved her at first sight--I love her still more now. Yet I see the truth--she is broken-hearted!"
"Time and great tenderness will heal the wound," said Aubrey gently.
"Meanwhile have patience!"
Cyrillon gave him a look more eloquent than speech, and by mutual consent they said no more on the subject of Angela just then.
Next morning at the American Consulate, Sylvie, Comtesse Hermenstein, was quietly married by civil law to Aubrey Leigh. The ceremony took place in the presence of the Princesse D'Agramont, Madame Bozier, and Cyrillon Vergniaud. When it was over the wedded lovers and their friends returned to the Sovrani Palace, there to join Angela who had come down from her sick room to grace the occasion. She looked as fair and fragile as the delicate "Killmeny" of the poet's legend, just returned from wondrous regions of "faery," though the land poor Angela had wandered away from was the Land of Sweet Delusion, which enchanted garden she would never enter again. Pale and thin, with her beautiful eyes drooping wearily under their dreamy tired lids, she was the very ghost of her former self;--and the child-like way in which she clung to her father, and kept near her father always, was pathetic in the extreme. When Sylvie and Aubrey entered, with their three companions, she advanced to greet them, smiling bravely, though her lips quivered.
"All happiness be with you, dear!" she said softly, and she slipped a chain of fine pearls round Sylvie's neck. "These were my mother's pearls,--wear them for my sake!"
Sylvie kissed her in silence,--she could not say anything, even by the way of thanks,--her heart was too full.
"We shall be very lonely without you, darling," went on Angela. "Shall we not, father?" Prince Pietro came to her side, and taking her hand patted it consolingly--"But we shall know you are happy in England--and we shall try and come and see you as soon as I get strong,--I want to join my uncle and Manuel. I miss Manuel very much,--he and my father are everything to me now!"
She stretched out her hand to Aubrey, who bent over it and kissed it tenderly.
"You are happy now, Mr. Leigh?" she said smiling.
"Very happy!" said Aubrey. "May you be as happy soon!"
She shook her head, and the smile pa.s.sed from her eyes and lips, leaving her face very sorrowful.
"I must work," she said. "Work brings content--if it does not insure joy." Her gaze involuntarily wandered to her great picture, "The Coming of Christ," which now, unveiled in all its splendour, occupied one end of her studio, filling it with a marvellous colour and glow of light.
"Yes, I must work! That big canvas of mine will not sell I fear! My father was right. It was a mistake"--and she sighed--"a mistake altogether,--in more ways than one! And what is the use of painting a picture for the world if there is no chance to let the world see it?"
Prince Pietro looked at her benevolently.
"Your father was right, you think? Well, Angela mia, I think I had better be the first to own that your father was wrong! The picture is already sold;--that is if you consent to sell it!"
Angela turned very white. "If I consent to sell it? Sell it--to whom?"
Sylvie put a caressing arm around her. "Your father had the news this morning," she said, "and we all decided to tell it to you as soon as we came back from the Consulate. A wedding-surprise on our parts, Angela!
You know the picture was on view for the first time yesterday to some of the critics and experts in Rome?"
Angela made a faint sign of a.s.sent. Her wistful eyes were full of wonder and anxiety.
"Well, among them was a purchaser for America--Oh, you need not look at me, my dear!--I have nothing to do with it! You shall see the letter your father received--and you shall decide; but the end of the whole matter is, Angela, that if you consent, the picture will be bought, not by any private purchaser, but by the American nation."
"The American nation!" repeated Angela. "Are you really, really sure of this?"
"Quite sure!" said Sylvie joyously. "And you must say good-bye to it and let it go across the wide ocean--out to the New World all alone with its grand and beautiful message,--unless you go with it and show the Americans something even more perfect and beautiful in yourself than the picture!--and you must be content to take twenty thousand pounds for it, and be acknowledged as the greatest painter of the age as well! This will be hard work, Angela!--but you must resign yourself!"
She laughed for pure delight in her friend's triumph,--but Angela turned at once to her father.
"Dearest father!" she said softly. "I am glad--for your sake!"
He folded her in his arms, too deeply moved to speak, and then as he felt her trembling, he led her to a chair and beckoned to Cyrillon Vergniaud who had stood apart, watching the little scene in silence.
"Come and talk to this dear girl!" he said. "She is not at all a good hostess to-day! She ought to entertain the bride and bridegroom here,--but it seems as if she needed to be entertained herself!" And then, as Cyrillon obeyed him, and drew near the idol of his thoughts with such hesitating reverence as might befit a pilgrim approaching the shrine of a beloved saint, he turned away and was just about to speak to the Princesse D'Agramont when a servant entered and said hurriedly--
"Monsignor Gherardi desires to see Cardinal Bonpre!"
There was a dead pause. The group of friends looked at one another in embarra.s.sment. Angela rose from her chair trembling and glanced instinctively at her picture--and for a moment no one seemed quite certain what should be done next. The Princesse D'Agramont was the first to recover her self-possession.
"Angela must not be here," she said. "She is not strong enough to stand a scene. And no doubt Gherardi has come to make one! We will leave him to you, Mr. Leigh--and to Gys Grandit!"
She withdrew at once with Angela, and in another moment Gherardi was ushered in. He glanced quickly around him as he made his formal salutation,--his eyes rested for a moment on Sylvie and Aubrey Leigh--then he addressed himself to Prince Pietro.
"I am sorry to intrude upon you, Prince!" he said. "I have an urgent matter to discuss with Cardinal Bonpre, and must see him at once."
"I regret that it is not in my power to gratify your desire, Monsignor," said Prince Sovrani with stiff courtesy. "My brother-in-law the Cardinal left Rome last night"
"Left Rome! Left Rome!" exclaimed Gherardi. "Who gave him permission to leave Rome!"
"Was permission necessary?" asked Aubrey, stepping forward.
"I did not address you, sir," returned Gherardi haughtily. "I spoke to Prince Sovrani."
"Prince Sovrani might well decline to answer you," said Aubrey undauntedly. "Were I to make him acquainted with the fiendish plot you have contrived against his daughter's fame and honour, he would scarcely allow you to cross his threshold!"
Gherardi stood still, breathing quickly, but otherwise unmoved.
"Plot?" he echoed. "You must be mad! I have no plot against anyone. My business is to uphold the cause of truth and justice, and I shall certainly defend the name of the great artist who painted that picture"--and he pointed to Angela's canvas--"Florian Varillo! Dead as he is, his memory shall live!"
"Dead!" cried Prince Sovrani, springing forward. "Dead! Make me sure of that, and I will praise G.o.d even for your lying tongue, if it could for once speak such a welcome truth!"
Gherardi drew back amazed, instinctively recoiling from the flas.h.i.+ng eyes and threatening figure of the irate n.o.bleman.
"Speak!" cried Sovrani again. "Tell me that the murderer of my child's youth and joy is dead and gone to h.e.l.l--and I will sing a Laus Deo at St. Peter's! I will pay you a thousand pounds in ma.s.ses to keep his soul safe with the devil to whom it has gone!"
"Prince Sovrani, you are in ignorance of the facts," said Gherardi coldly. "And you speak in an anger, which if what you suspect were true, would be natural enough, but which under present circ.u.mstances is greatly misplaced. The unfortunate Florian Varillo has been ill for many days at a Trappist monastery on the Campagna. He had gone out towards Frascati on a matter connected with some business before starting for Naples, and as he was returning, he was suddenly met by the news of the a.s.sa.s.sination of his betrothed wife--"
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