"Do not think of it, reverend father," was answered in a stronger tone;
"it is impossible."
"You shall see if it is impossible," replied the other voice.
"But, reverend father, you will kill yourself.You are not in a state to get up.You will expose yourself to a mortal relapse.I cannot consent to it."
To these words succeeded the noise of a faint struggle, mingled with groans more angry than plaintive, and the voice resumed: "No, no, father;
for your own safety, I will not leave your clothes within your reach.It is almost time for your medicine; I will go and prepare it for you."
Almost immediately after, the door opened, and the prelate saw enter a man of about twenty-five years of age, carrying on his arm an old olive great-coat and threadbare black trousers, which he threw down upon a chair.
This personage was Ange Modeste Rousselet, chief pupil of Dr.Baleinier;
the countenance of the young practitioner was mild, humble, and reserved;
his hair, very short in front, flowed down upon his neck behind.He made a slight start in surprise on perceiving the cardinal, and bowed twice very low, without raising his eyes.
"Before anything else," said the prelate, with his marked Italian accent, still holding to his nose his bottle of camphor, "have any choleraic symptoms returned?"
"No, my lord; the pernicious fever, which succeeded the attack of cholera, still continues."
"Very good.But will not the reverend father be reasonable? What was the noise that I just heard?"
"His reverence wished absolutely to get up and dress himself; but his weakness is so great, that he could not have taken two steps from the bed.He is devoured by impatience, and we fear that this agitation will cause a mortal relapse."
"Has Dr.Baleinier been here this morning?"
"He has just left, my lord."
"What does he think of the patient?"
"He finds him in the most alarming state, my lord.The night was so bad, that he was extremely uneasy this morning.Father Rodin is at one of those critical junctures, when a few hours may decide the life or death of the patient.Dr.Baleinier is now gone to fetch what is necessary for a very painful operation, which he is about to perform on the reverend father."
"Has Father d'Aigrigny been told of this?"
"Father d'Aigrigny is himself very unwell, as your eminence knows; he has not been able to leave his bed for the last three days."
"I inquired about him as I came up," answered the prelate, "and I shall see him directly.But, to return to Father Rodin, have you sent for his confessor, since he is in a desperate state, and about to undergo a serious operation?"
"Dr.Baleinier spoke a word to him about it, as well as about the last sacraments; but Father Rodin exclaimed, with great irritation, that they did not leave him a moment's peace, that he had as much care as any one for his salvation, and that--"
"Per Bacco! I am not thinking of him," cried the cardinal, interrupting Ange Modeste Rousselet with his pagan oath, and raising his sharp voice to a still higher key; "I am not thinking of him, but of the interests of the Company.It is indispensable that the reverend father should receive the sacraments with the most splendid solemnity, and that his end should not only be Christian, but exemplary.All the people in the house, and even strangers, should be invited to the spectacle, so that his edifying death may produce an excellent sensation."
"That is what Fathers Grison and Brunet have already endeavored to persuade his reverence, my lord; but your Eminence knows with what impatience Father Rodin received this advice, and Dr.Baleinier did not venture to persist, for fear of advancing a fatal crisis."
"Well, I will venture to do it; for in these times of revolutionary impiety, a solemnly Christian death would produce a very salutary effect on the public.It would indeed be proper to make the necessary preparations to embalm the reverend father: he might then lie in state for some days, with lighted tapers, according to Romish custom.My secretary would furnish the design for the bier; it would be very splendid and imposing; from his position in the Order, Father Rodin is entitled to have everything in the most sumptuous style.He must have at least six hundred tapers, and a dozen funeral lamps, burning spirits of wine, to hang just over the body, and light it from above: the effect would be excellent.We must also distribute little tracts to the people, concerning the pious and ascetic life of his reverence--"
Here a sudden noise, like that of some piece of metal thrown angrily on the floor, was heard from the next room, in which was the sick man, and interrupted the prelate in his description.
"I hope Father Rodin has not heard you talk of embalming him, my lord,"
said Rousselet, in a whisper: "his bed touches the partition, and almost everything is audible through it."
"If Father Rodin has heard me," answered the cardinal, sinking his voice, and retiring to the other end of the room, "this circumstance will enable me to enter at once on the business; but, in any case, I persist in believing that the embalming and the lying in state are required to make a good effect upon the public.The people are already frightened at the cholera, and such funeral pomp would have no small influence on the imagination."
"I would venture to observe to your Eminence, that here the laws are opposed to such exhibitions."
"The laws--already the laws!" said the cardinal, angrily; "has not Rome also her laws? And is not every priest a subject of Rome? Is it not time--"
But, not choosing, doubtless, to begin a more explicit conversation with the young doctor, the prelate resumed, "We will talk of this hereafter.
But, tell me, since my last visit, has the reverend father had any fresh attacks of delirium?"
