He rose to his feet, raised his arms to bless his young kinsman and withdrew. Left alone, Bonaparte turned over the leaves of the ponderous Memorial by the smoky light of his candle, as he pondered over the power of the Church, and told himself the Papacy was a more enduring institution than ever the Constitution of the Year III was likely to be. A knock was heard at the door. It was Berthier, come to inform the General that all was ready for their departure. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Well of Saint Clare, by Anatole France