The Yellow Mask / Желтая маска. Уилки Коллинз
now remember,' he said, 'what that hint of yours pointed at. I know what you mean.'
'Then you know,' answered the priest, 'that while part of the wealth which Fabio d'Ascoli possesses is honestly and incontestably his own; part, also, has been inherited by him from the spoilers and robbers of the Church-'
'Blame his ancestors for that; don't blame him.'
'I blame him as long as the spoil is not restored.'
'How do you know that it was spoil, after all?'
'I have examined more carefully than most men the records of the civil wars in Italy; and I know that the ancestors of Fabio d'Ascoli wrung from the Church, in her hour of weakness, property which they dared to claim as their right. I know of titles to lands signed away, in those stormy times, under the influence of fear, or through false representations of which the law takes no account. I call the money thus obtained spoil, and I say that it ought to be restored, and shall be restored, to the Church from which it was taken.'
'And what does Fabio answer to that, brother?'
'I have not spoken to him on the subject.'
'Why not?'
'Because I have, as yet, no influence over him. When he is married, his wife will have influence over him, and she shall speak.'
'Maddalena, I suppose? How do you know that she will speak?'
'Have I not educated her? Does she not understand what her duties are toward the Church, in whose bosom she has been reared?'
Luca hesitated uneasily, and walked away a step or two before he spoke again.
'Does this spoil, as you call it, amount to a large sum of money?' he asked, in an anxious whisper.
'I may answer that question, Luca, at some future time,' said the priest. 'For the present, let it be enough that you are acquainted with all I undertook to inform you of when we began our conversation. You now know that if I am anxious for this marriage to take place, it is from motives entirely unconnected with self-interest. If all the property which Fabio's ancestors wrongfully obtained from the Church were restored to the Church to-morrow, not one paulo of it would go into my pocket. I am a poor priest now, and to the end of my days shall remain so. You soldiers of the world, brother, fight for your pay; I am a soldier of the Church, and I fight for my cause.'
Saying these words, he returned abruptly to the statuette; and refused to speak, or leave his employment again, until he had taken the mold off, and had carefully put away the various fragments of which it consisted. This done, he drew a writing-desk from the drawer of his working-table, and taking out a slip of paper wrote these lines:
'Come down to the studio to-morrow. Fabio will be with us, but Nanina will return no more.'
Without signing what he had written, he sealed it up, and directed it to 'Donna Maddalena'; then took his hat, and handed the note to his brother.
'Oblige me by giving that to my niece,' he said.
'Tell me, Rocco,' said Luca, turning the note round and round perplexedly between his finger and thumb; 'do you think Maddalena will be lucky enough to get married to Fabio?'
'Still coarse in your expressions, brother!'
'Never mind my expressions. Is it likely?'
'Yes, Luca, I think it is likely.'
With those words he waved his hand pleasantly to his brother, and went out.
Chapter III
From the studio Father Rocco went straight to his own rooms, hard by the church to which he was attached. Opening a cabinet in his study, he took from one of its drawers a handful of small silver money, consulted for a minute or so a slate on which several names and addresses were written, provided himself with a portable inkhorn and some strips of paper, and again went out.
He directed his steps to the poorest part of the neighborhood; and entering some very wretched houses, was greeted by the inhabitants with great respect and affection. The women, especially, kissed his hands with more reverence than they would have shown to the highest crowned head in Europe. In return, he talked to them as easily and unconstrainedly as if they were his equals; sat down cheerfully on dirty bedsides and rickety benches; and distributed his little gifts of money with the air of a man who was paying debts rather than bestowing charity. Where he encountered cases of illness, he pulled out his inkhorn and slips of paper, and wrote simple prescriptions to be made up from the medicine-chest of a neighboring convent, which served the same merciful purpose then that is answered by dispensaries in our days. When he had exhausted his money, and had got through his visits, he was escorted out of the poor quarter by a perfect train of enthusiastic followers. The women kissed his hand again, and the men uncovered as he turned, and, with a friendly sign, bade them all farewell.
As soon as he was alone again, he walked toward the Campo Santo, and, passing the house in which Nanina lived, sauntered up and down the street thoughtfully for some minutes. When he at length ascended the steep staircase that led to the room occupied by the sisters, he found the door ajar. Pushing it open gently, he saw La Biondella sitting with her pretty, fair profile turned toward him, eating her evening meal of bread and grapes. At the opposite end of the room, Scarammuccia was perched up on his hindquarters in a corner, with his mouth wide open to catch the morsel of bread which he evidently expected the child to throw to him. What the elder sister was doing, the priest had not time to see; for the dog barked the moment he presented himself, and Nanina hastened to the door to ascertain who the intruder might be. All that he could observe was that she was too confused, on catching sight of him, to be able to utter a word. La Biondella was the first to speak.
'Thank you, Father Rocco,' said the child, jumping up, with her bread in one hand and her grapes in the other-'thank you for giving me so much money for my dinner-mats. There they are, tied up together in one little parcel, in the corner. Nanina said she was ashamed to think of your carrying them; and I said I knew where you lived, and I should like to ask you to let me take them home!'
'Do you think you can carry them all the way, my dear?' asked the priest.
'Look, Father Rocco, see if I can't carry them!' cried La Biondella, cramming her bread into one of the pockets of her little apron, holding her bunch of grapes by the stalk in her mouth, and hoisting the packet of dinner-mats on her head in a moment. 'See, I am strong enough to carry double,' said the child, looking up proudly into the priest's face.
'Can you trust her to take them home for me?' asked Father Rocco, turning to Nanina. 'I want to speak to you alone, and her absence will give me the opportunity. Can you trust her out by herself?'
'Yes, Father Rocco, she often goes out alone.' Nanina gave this answer in low, trembling tones, and looked down confusedly on the ground.
'Go then, my dear,' said Father Rocco, patting the child on the shoulder; 'and come back here to your sister, as soon as you have left the mats.'
La Biondella went out directly in great triumph, with Scarammuccia walking by her side, and keeping his muzzle suspiciously close to the pocket in which she had put her bread. Father Rocco closed the door after them, and then, taking the one chair which the room possessed, motioned to Nanina to sit by him on the stool.
'Do you believe that I am your friend, my child, and that I have always meant well toward you?' he began.
'The best and kindest of friends,' answered Nanina.
'Then you will hear what I have to say patiently, and you will believe that I am speaking for your good, even if my words should distress you?' (Nanina turned away her head.) 'Now, tell me; should I be wrong, to begin with, if I said that my brother's pupil, the young nobleman whom we call “Signor Fabio,” had been here to see you to-day?' (Nanina started up affrightedly from her stool.) 'Sit down again, my child; I am not going to blame you. I am only going to tell you what you must do for the future.'
He took her hand; it was cold, and it trembled violently in his.
'I will not ask what he has been saying to you,' continued the priest; 'for it might distress you to answer, and I have, moreover, had means of knowing that your youth and beauty have made a strong impression