“Your Majesty has, with your customary care and patience, fully studied the object of my errand”--he replied in a clear thin, somewhat rasping voice, which he endeavoured to make smooth and conciliatory--“But it is impossible that your Majesty, immersed every day in the affairs of state, should have found time to personally go through the various papers formally submitted to your consideration. Therefore, the Vicar-General of our Order considered that if the present interview with your Majesty could be obtained, I, as secretary and treasurer for the proposed new monastery, might be able to explain the spiritual, as well as the material advantages to be gained by the use of the lands for the purpose mentioned.” He spoke slowly, enunciating each word with careful distinctness. “The spiritual part of the scheme is of course the most important to you!”--said the King with a slight smile,--“But material advantages are never entirely overlooked, even by holy men! Now I am merely a ‘temporal’ sovereign; and as such, I wish to know how your plan will affect the people of the neighbouring town and district. What are your intentions towards them? Their welfare is my chief concern; and what I have to learn from you is,--How do you propose to benefit them by maintaining a monastery, church and schools in their vicinity?” Again Del Fortis gave a furtive glance upward. Seeing that the King’s eyes were steadily fixed upon him, he quickly lowered his own, and gave answer in an evidently prepared manner. “Sir, the people of the district in question are untaught barbarians. It is more for their sakes,--more for the love of gathering the lost sheep into the fold, than for our own satisfaction, that we seek to pitch our tents in the desert of their ignorance. They, and their children, are the prey of heathenish modern doctrines, which alas!--are too prevalent throughout the whole world at this particular time,--and, as they are at present situated, no restraint is exercised upon them for the better controlling of their natural and inherited vices. Unless the gentle hand of Mother Church is allowed to rescue these, her hapless and neglected ones; unless she has an opportunity afforded her of leading them out of the darkness of error into the light of eternal day--” He broke off, his eloquence being interrupted by a gesture from the King. “There is a Government school in the town,”--said the monarch, referring to one or two documents on the table before him.--“There is also a Free Public Library, and a Free School of Art. Thus it does not seem that education is quite neglected.” “Alas, Sir, such education is merely disastrous!” said Del Fortis, with a deep sigh,--“Like the fruit on the tree of knowledge in the Garden of Eden, it brings death to the soul!” “You condemn the Government methods?” asked the King coldly. The Jesuit moved uneasily, and a dull flush reddened his pale skin.