The Autobiography of a Flea. Stanislas Rhodes de
was she kept long in suspense.
Quickly advancing towards the guilty couple the newcomer seized the lad by the arm while with a stern gesture of authority he ordered him to repair the disorder of his dress.
‘Impudent boy,’ he hissed between his teeth, ‘what is it that you have done? To what lengths have your mad and savage passions hurried you? How will you face the rage of your justly offended father? How appease his angry resentment when in the exercise of my bounden duty, I apprise him of the mischief wrought by the hand of his only son?’
As the speaker ceased, still holding Charlie by the wrist, he came forth into the moonlight and disclosed the figure of a man of some forty-five years of age, short, stout and somewhat corpulent. His face, decidedly handsome, was rendered still more attractive by a pair of brilliant eyes, which, black as jet, threw around fierce glances of passionate resentment. He was habited in a clerical dress, the sombre shades and quite unobtrusive neatness of which drew out only more prominently his remarkably muscular proportions and striking physiognomy.
Charlie appeared, as well indeed he might, covered with confusion, and it was to his infinite and selfish relief that the stern intruder turned to the young partner of his libidinous enjoyment.
‘For you, miserable girl, I can only express the utmost horror and my most righteous indignation. Forgetful alike of the precepts of the holy mother church, careless of your honour, you have allowed this wicked and presumptuous boy to pluck the forbidden fruit! What now remains for you? Scorned by your friends and driven from your uncle’s house, you will herd with the beasts of the field, and exiled as by Nebuchadnezzar of old, shunned as contamination by your species, you will be glad to gather a miserable sustenance in the highways. Oh, daughter of sin, child given up to lust and unto Satan. I say unto thee –’
The stranger had proceeded thus far in his abjuration of the unfortunate girl, when Bella, rising from her crouching attitude, threw herself at his feet, and joined her tears and prayers for forgiveness to those of her young lover.
‘Say no more,’ at length continued the stern priest; ‘say no more. Confessions are of no avail, and humiliations do but add to your offence. My mind misgives me as to my duty in this sad affair, but if I obeyed the dictates of my present inclinations I should go straight to your natural guardians and acquaint them immediately with the infamous nature of my chance discovery.’
‘Oh, in pity, have mercy upon me,’ pleaded Bella, whose tears now coursed down her pretty cheeks, so lately aglow with wanton pleasure.
‘Spare us, father, spare us both. We will do anything in our power to make atonement. Six masses and several paters shall be performed on our account and at our cost. The pilgrimage to the shrine of St Eugulphus, of which you spoke to me the other day, shall now surely be undertaken. I am willing to do anything, sacrifice anything, if you will spare this dear Bella.’
The priest waved his hand for silence. Then he spoke, while accents of pity mingled with his naturally stern and resolute manner.
‘Enough,’ said he, ‘I must have time. I must invoke assistance from the Blessed Virgin, who knew no sin, but who, without the carnal delights of mortal copulation, brought forth the babe of babes in the manger of Bethlehem. Come to me tomorrow in the sacristy, Bella. There in the precincts, I will unfold to you the divine will concerning your transgression. At two o’clock I will expect you. As for you, rash youth, I shall reserve my judgement, and all action, until the following day, when at the same hour I shall likewise expect you.’
A thousand thanks were being poured out by the united throats of the penitents, when the father warned them both to part. The evening had long ago closed in, and the dews of night were stealing upwards.
‘Meanwhile, good-night and peace; your secret is safe with me, until we meet again,’ he spoke and disappeared.
Curiosity to learn the sequel of an adventure in which I already felt so much interest, as well as a tender solicitude for the gentle and amiable Bella, constrained me to keep in her vicinity, and I, therefore, took care not to annoy her with any very decided attentions on my part, or to raise resistance by an ill-timed attack at a moment when it was necessary to the success of my design to remain within range of that young lady’s operations.
I shall not attempt to tell of the miserable period passed by my young protégée in the interval which elapsed between the shocking discovery made by the holy father confessor, and the hour assigned by him for the interview in the sacristy which was to decide the fate of the unfortunate Bella.
With trembling steps and downcast eyes the frightened girl presented herself at the porch and knocked.
The door was opened and the father appeared upon the threshold.
At a sign Bella entered and stood before the stately presence of the holy man.
An embarrassing silence of some seconds followed. Father Ambrose was the first to break the spell.
‘You have done right, my daughter, to come to me so punctually; the ready obedience of the penitent is the first sign of the spirit within which obtains the divine forgiveness.’
At these gracious words Bella took courage, and already a load seemed to fall from her heart.
Father Ambrose continued, seating himself at the same time upon the long-cushioned seat which covered a huge oak chest: ‘I have thought much, and prayed much on your account, my daughter. For some time there appeared no way in which I could absolve my conscience otherwise than to go to your natural protector and lay before him the dreadful secret of which I have become the unhappy possessor.’
Here he paused, and Bella, who knew well the severe character of her uncle, on whom she was entirely dependent, trembled at his words.
Taking her hand in his, and gently drawing the girl to the same seat, so that she found herself kneeling before him while his right hand pressed her rounded shoulder, he went on.
‘But I am wounded to think of the dreadful results which would follow such a disclosure, and I have asked for assistance from the Blessed Virgin in my trouble. She has pointed out a way which, while it also serves the ends of our holy church, likely prevents the consequences of your offence from being known to your uncle. The first necessity which this course imposes is, however, implicit obedience.’
Bella, only too rejoiced to hear of a way out of her trouble, readily promised the most blind obedience to the command of her spiritual father.
The young girl was kneeling at his feet. Father Ambrose bent his large head over her drooping figure. A warm tint lit his cheeks, a strange fire danced in his fierce eyes; his hands trembled slightly, as they rested upon the shoulders of his penitent, but his composure was otherwise unruffled. Doubtless his spirit was troubled at the conflict going on within him between the duty he had to fulfil and the tortuous path by which he hoped to avoid the awful exposure.
The holy father then began a long lecture upon the virtue of obedience and absolute submission to the guidance of the minister of the holy church.
Bella reiterated her assurances of entire patience and obedience in all things.
Meanwhile, it was evident to me that the priest was a victim to some confined, but rebellious spirit which rose within him, and at times almost broke out into complete possession in the flashing eyes and hot passionate lips.
Father Ambrose gently drew the beautiful penitent nearer and nearer, until her fair arms rested upon his knees and her face, bent downwards in holy resignation, sank almost upon her hands.
‘And now, my child,’ continued the holy man, ‘it is time that I should tell you the means vouschsafed to me by the Blessed Virgin by which alone I am absolved from exposing your offence. There are ministering spirits who have confided to them the relief of those passions and those exigencies which the servants of the church are forbidden