Italy -- History -- 1815-1870 -- Fiction; Italy -- History -- Revolution of 1848 -- Fiction; Revolutionaries -- Fiction
“No; to-morrow will do. I want to see you because I am going away on
Tuesday. I have been sent for to Rome.”
“To Rome? For long?”
“The letter says, 'till after Easter.' It is from the Vatican. I would
have let you know at once, but have been very busy settling up things
about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director.”
“But, Padre, surely you are not giving up the seminary?”
“It will have to be so; but I shall probably come back to Pisa, for some
time at least.”
“But why are you giving it up?”
“Well, it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a
bishopric.”
“Padre! Where?”
“That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. It is not yet
decided whether I am to take a see in the Apennines, or to remain here
as Suffragan.”
“And is the new Director chosen yet?”
“Father Cardi has been nominated and arrives here to-morrow.”
“Is not that rather sudden?”
“Yes; but----The decisions of the Vatican are sometimes not communicated
till the last moment.”
“Do you know the new Director?”
“Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. Monsignor Belloni, who
writes, says that he is a man of great erudition.”
“The seminary will miss you terribly.”
“I don't know about the seminary, but I am sure you will miss me,
carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you.”
“I shall indeed; but I am very glad, for all that.”
“Are you? I don't know that I am.” He sat down at the table with a weary
look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion.
“Are you busy this afternoon, Arthur?” he said after a moment. “If not,
I wish you would stay with me for a while, as you can't come to-night.
I am a little out of sorts, I think; and I want to see as much of you as
possible before leaving.”
“Yes, I can stay a bit. I am due at six.”
“One of your meetings?”
Arthur nodded; and Montanelli changed the subject hastily.
“I want to speak to you about yourself,” he said. “You will need another
confessor in my absence.”
“When you come back I may go on confessing to you, may I not?”
“My dear boy, how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three
or four months that I shall be away. Will you go to one of the Fathers
of Santa Caterina?”
“Very well.”
They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose.
“I must go, Padre; the students will be waiting for me.”
The haggard look came back to Montanelli's face.
“Already? You had almost charmed away my black mood. Well, good-bye.”
“Good-bye. I will be sure to come to-morrow.”
“Try to come early, so that I may have time to see you alone. Father
Cardi will be here. Arthur, my dear boy, be careful while I am gone;
don't be led into doing anything rash, at least before I come back. You
cannot think how anxious I feel about leaving you.”
“There is no need, Padre; everything is quite quiet. It will be a long
time yet.”
“Good-bye,” Montanelli said abruptly, and sat down to his writing.
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