TheHoly
Father
has
no
greater
honour
to
bestow
,
and
,
believe
me
,
he
bestows
it
charily
.
"
"
Nay
,
your
Eminence
,
"
said
Wogan
,
"
I
do
not
undervalue
so
high
a
distinction
.
But
I
had
three
friends
with
me
who
shared
every
danger
.
I
cannot
accept
an
honour
which
they
do
not
share
;
for
indeed
they
risked
more
than
I
did
.
For
they
hold
service
under
the
King
of
France
.
"
The
Cardinal
was
pleased
to
compliment
Wogan
upon
his
loyalty
to
his
friends
.
"
They
shall
not
be
the
losers
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
think
I
may
promise
indeed
that
each
will
have
a
step
in
rank
,
and
I
do
not
doubt
that
when
the
Holy
Father
hears
what
you
have
said
to
me
,
I
shall
have
three
other
patents
like
to
this
;
"
and
he
locked
Wogan
's
away
in
a
drawer
.
"
And
what
of
the
King
in
Spain
?
"
asked
Wogan
.
"
I
sent
a
messenger
thither
on
the
night
of
your
coming
,
"
said
the
Cardinal
;
"
but
it
is
a
long
journey
into
Spain
.
We
must
wait
.
"
To
Wogan
it
seemed
the
waiting
would
never
end
.
The
Cardinal
had
found
a
little
house
set
apart
from
the
street
with
a
great
garden
of
lawns
and
cedar-trees
and
laurels
;
and
in
that
garden
now
fresh
with
spring
flowers
and
made
private
by
high
walls
,
the
Princess
passed
her
days
.
Wogan
saw
her
but
seldom
during
this
time
,
but
each
occasion
sent
him
back
to
his
lodging
in
a
fever
of
anxiety
.
She
had
grown
silent
,
and
her
silence
alarmed
him
.
She
had
lost
the
sparkling
buoyancy
of
her
spirits
.
Mrs.
Misset
,
who
attended
her
,
told
him
that
she
would
sit
for
long
whiles
with
a
red
spot
burning
in
each
cheek
.
Wogan
feared
that
her
pride
was
chafing
her
gentleness
,
that
she
guessed
there
was
reluctance
in
the
King
's
delay
.
"
But
she
must
marry
the
King
,
"
he
still
persevered
in
declaring
.
Her
hardships
,
her
imprisonment
,
her
perilous
escape
,
the
snows
of
Innspruck
,
—
these
were
known
now
;
and
if
at
the
last
the
end
for
which
they
had
been
endured
—
Wogan
broke
off
from
his
reflections
to
hear
the
world
laughing
.
The
world
would
not
think
;
it
would
laugh
.
"
For
her
own
sake
she
must
marry
,
"
he
cried
,
as
he
paced
about
his
rooms
.
"
For
ours
,
too
,
for
a
country
's
sake
;
"
and
he
looked
northwards
towards
England
.
But
"
for
her
own
sake
"
was
the
reason
uppermost
in
his
thoughts
.
But
the
days
passed
.
The
three
promised
patents
came
from
Rome
,
and
Cardinal
Origo
unlocked
the
drawer
and
joined
Wogan
's
to
them
.
He
presented
all
four
at
the
same
time
.
"
The
patents
carry
the
titles
of
'
Excellency
,
'
"
said
he
.
O'Toole
beamed
with
delight
.
"
Sure
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
will
have
a
toga
with
the
arms
of
the
O'Tooles
embroidered
on
the
back
,
to
appear
in
at
the
Capitol
.
It
is
on
June
15
,
your
Eminence
.
Upon
my
soul
,
I
have
not
much
time
;
"
and
he
grew
thoughtful
.
"
A
toga
will
hardly
take
a
month
,
even
with
the
embroidery
,
which
I
do
not
greatly
recommend
,
"
said
the
Cardinal
,
drily
.
"
I
was
not
at
the
moment
thinking
of
the
toga
,
"
said
O'Toole
,
gloomily
.
"
And
what
of
the
King
in
Spain
?
"
asked
Wogan
.
"
We
must
wait
,
my
friend
,
"
said
the
Cardinal
.
In
a
week
there
was
brought
to
Wogan
one
morning
a
letter
in
the
King
's
hand
.
He
fingered
it
for
a
little
,
not
daring
to
break
the
seal
.
When
he
did
break
it
,
he
read
a
great
many
compliments
upon
his
success
,
and
after
the
compliments
a
statement
that
the
marriage
should
take
place
at
Montefiascone
as
soon
as
the
King
could
depart
from
Spain
,
and
after
that
statement
,
a
declaration
that
since
her
Highness
's
position
was
not
meanwhile
one
that
suited
either
her
dignity
or
the
love
the
King
had
for
her
,
a
marriage
by
proxy
should
take
place
at
Bologna
.
The
Chevalier
added
that
he
had
written
to
Cardinal
Origo
to
make
the
necessary
arrangements
for
the
ceremony
,
and
he
appointed
herewith
Mr.
Charles
Wogan
to
act
as
his
proxy
,
in
recognition
of
his
great
services
.
Wogan
felt
a
natural
distaste
for
the
part
he
was
to
take
in
the
ceremony
.
To
stand
up
before
the
Cardinal
and
take
Clementina
's
hand
in
his
,
and
speak
another
's
marriage
vows
and
receive
hers
as
another
's
deputy
,
—
there
was
a
certain
mockery
in
the
situation
for
which
he
had
no
liking
.
The
memory
of
the
cabin
on
the
mountain-side
was
something
too
near
.
But
,
at
all
events
,
the
King
was
to
marry
the
Princess
,
and
Wogan
's
distaste
was
swallowed
up
in
a
great
relief
.
There
would
be
no
laughter
rippling
over
Europe
like
the
wind
over
a
field
of
corn
.
He
stood
by
his
window
in
the
spring
sunshine
with
a
great
contentment
of
spirit
,
and
then
there
came
a
loud
rapping
on
his
door
.
He
caught
his
breath
;
he
grew
white
with
a
sudden
fear
;
you
would
have
thought
it
was
his
heart
that
was
knocked
upon
.
For
there
was
another
side
to
the
business
.
The
King
would
marry
the
Princess
;
but
how
would
the
Princess
take
this
marriage
by
proxy
and
the
King
's
continued
absence
?
She
had
her
pride
,
as
he
knew
well
.
The
knocking
was
repeated
.
Wogan
in
a
voice
of
suspense
bade
his
visitor
enter
.
The
visitor
was
one
of
her
Highness
's
new
servants
.
"
Without
a
doubt
,
"
thought
Wogan
,
"
she
has
received
a
letter
by
the
same
messenger
who
brought
me
mine
.
"
The
servant
handed
him
a
note
from
the
Princess
,
begging
him
to
attend
on
her
at
once
.
"
She
must
marry
the
King
,
"
said
Wogan
to
himself
.
He
took
his
hat
and
cane
,
and
followed
the
servant
into
the
street
.
CHAPTER
XXII
Wogan
was
guided
through
the
streets
to
the
mouth
of
a
blind
alley
,
at
the
bottom
of
which
rose
a
high
garden
wall
,
and
over
the
wall
the
smoking
chimneys
of
a
house
among
the
tops
of
many
trees
freshly
green
,
which
shivered
in
the
breeze
and
shook
the
sunlight
from
their
leaves
.
This
alley
,
from
the
first
day
when
the
Princess
came
to
lodge
in
the
house
,
had
worn
to
Wogan
a
familiar
air
;
and
this
morning
,
as
he
pondered
dismally
whether
,
after
all
,
those
laborious
months
since
he
had
ridden
hopefully
out
of
Bologna
to
Ohlau
were
to
bear
no
fruit
,
he
chanced
to
remember
why
.
He
had
passed
that
alley
at
the
moment
of
grey
dawn
,
when
he
was
starting
out
upon
this
adventure
,
and
he
had
seen
a
man
muffled
in
a
cloak
step
from
its
mouth
and
suddenly
draw
back
as
his
horse
's
hoofs
rang
in
the
silent
street
,
as
though
to
elude
recognition
.
Wogan
wondered
for
a
second
who
at
that
time
had
lived
in
the
house
;
but
he
was
admitted
through
a
door
in
the
wall
and
led
into
a
little
room
with
French
windows
opening
on
a
lawn
.
The
garden
seen
from
here
was
a
wealth
of
white
blossoms
and
yellow
,
and
amongst
them
Clementina
paced
alone
,
the
richest
and
the
whitest
blossom
of
them
all
.
She
was
dressed
simply
in
a
white
gown
of
muslin
and
a
little
three-cornered
hat
of
straw
;
but
Wogan
knew
as
he
advanced
towards
her
that
it
was
not
merely
the
hat
which
threw
the
dark
shadow
on
her
face
.
She
took
a
step
or
two
towards
him
and
began
at
once
without
any
friendly
greeting
in
a
cold
,
formal
voice
,
—
"
You
have
received
a
letter
this
morning
from
his
Majesty
?
"
"
Yes
,
your
Highness
.
"
"
Why
does
the
King
linger
in
Spain
?
"
"
The
expedition
from
Cadiz
—
"
"
Which
left
harbour
a
week
ago
.
Well
,
Mr.
Wogan
,
"
she
asked
in
biting
tones
,
"
how
does
that
expedition
now
on
the
high
seas
detain
his
Majesty
in
Spain
?
"
Wogan
was
utterly
dumfounded
.
He
stood
and
gazed
at
her
,
a
great
trouble
in
his
eyes
,
and
his
wits
with
that
expedition
all
at
sea
.
"
Is
your
Highness
sure
?
"
he
babbled
.
"
Oh
,
indeed
,
most
sure
,
"
she
replied
with
the
hardest
laugh
which
he
had
ever
heard
from
a
woman
's
lips
.
"
I
did
not
know
,
"
he
said
in
dejection
,
and
she
took
a
step
nearer
to
him
,
and
her
cheeks
flamed
.
"
Is
that
the
truth
?
"
she
asked
,
her
voice
trembling
with
anger
.
"
You
did
not
know
?
"
And
Wogan
understood
that
the
real
trouble
with
her
at
this
moment
was
not
so
much
the
King
's
delay
in
Spain
as
a
doubt
whether
he
himself
had
played
with
her
and
spoken
her
false
.
For
if
he
was
proved
untrue
here
,
why
,
he
might
have
been
untrue
throughout
,
on
the
stairway
at
Innspruck
,
on
the
road
to
Ala
,
in
the
hut
on
the
bluff
of
the
hills
.
He
could
see
how
harshly
the
doubt
would
buffet
her
pride
,
how
it
would
wound
her
to
the
soul
.
"
It
is
the
truth
,
"
he
answered
;
"
you
will
believe
it
.
I
pledge
my
soul
upon
it
.
Lay
your
hand
in
mine
.
I
will
repeat
it
standing
so
.
Could
I
speak
false
with
your
hand
close
in
mine
?
"
He
held
out
his
hand
;
she
did
not
move
,
nor
did
her
attitude
of
distrust
relent
.
"
Could
you
not
?
"
she
asked
icily
.
Wogan
was
baffled
;
he
was
angered
.
"
Have
I
ever
told
you
lies
?
"
he
asked
passionately
,
and
she
answered
,
"
Yes
,
"
and
steadily
looked
him
in
the
face
.
The
monosyllable
quenched
him
like
a
pail
of
cold
water
.
He
stood
silent
,
perplexed
,
trying
to
remember
.
"
When
?
"
he
asked
.
"
In
the
berlin
between
Brixen
and
Wellishmile
.
"
Wogan
remembered
that
he
had
told
her
of
his
city
of
dreams
.
But
it
was
plainly
not
to
that
that
she
referred
.
He
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
I
cannot
remember
.
"
"
You
told
me
of
an
attack
made
upon
a
Scottish
town
,
what
time
the
King
was
there
in
the
year
'
15.
He
forced
a
passage
through
nine
grenadiers
with
loaded
muskets
and
escaped
over
the
roof-tops
,
where
he
played
a
game
of
hide-and-seek
among
the
chimneys
.
Ah
,
you
remember
the
story
now
.
There
was
a
chain
,
I
remember
,
which
even
then
as
you
told
of
it
puzzled
me
.
He
threw
the
chain
over
the
head
of
one
of
those
nine
grenadiers
,
and
crossing
his
arms
jerked
it
tight
about
the
man
's
neck
,
stifling
his
cry
of
warning
.
'
What
chain
?
'
I
asked
,
and
you
answered
,
—
oh
,
sir
,
with
a
practised
readiness
,
—
'
The
chain
he
wore
about
his
neck
.
'
Do
you
remember
that
?
The
chain
linked
your
hand-locks
,
Mr.
Wogan
.
It
was
your
own
escape
of
which
you
told
me
.
Why
did
you
ascribe
your
exploits
to
your
King
?
"
"
Your
Highness
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
know
the
King
,
we
who
have
served
him
day
in
and
day
out
for
years
.
We
can
say
freely
to
each
other
,
'
The
King
's
achievements
,
they
are
to
come
.
'
We
were
in
Scotland
with
him
,
and
we
know
they
will
not
fail
to
come
.
But
with
you
it
's
different
.
You
did
not
know
him
.
You
asked
what
he
had
done
,
and
I
told
you
.
You
asked
for
more
.
You
said
,
'
Amongst
his
throng
of
adventurers
,
each
of
whom
has
something
to
his
credit
,
what
has
he
,
the
chief
adventurer
?
'
"
"
Well
,
sir
,
why
not
the
truth
in
answer
to
the
question
?
"
"
Because
the
truth
's
unfair
to
him
.
"
"
And
was
the
untruth
fair
to
me
?
"
Mr.
Wogan
was
silent
.
"
I
think
I
understand
,
"
she
continued
bitterly
;
"
you
thought
,
here
's
a
foolish
girl
,
aflame
for
knights
and
monsters
overthrown
.
She
cries
for
deeds
,
not
statecraft
.
Well
,
out
of
your
many
,
you
would
toss
her
one
,
and
call
it
the
King
's
.
You
could
afford
the
loss
,
and
she
,
please
God
,
would
be
content
with
it
.
"
She
spoke
with
an
extraordinary
violence
in
a
low
,
trembling
voice
,
and
she
would
not
listen
to
Wogan
's
stammered
interruption
.
"
Very
likely
,
too
,
the
rest
of
your
words
to
me
was
of
a
piece
.
I
was
a
girl
,
and
girls
are
to
have
gallant
speeches
given
to
them
like
so
many
lollipops
.
Oh
,
but
you
have
hurt
me
beyond
words
.
I
would
not
have
thought
I
could
have
suffered
so
much
pain
!
"
That
last
cry
wrung
Wogan
's
heart
.
She
turned
away
from
him
with
the
tears
brimming
in
her
eyes
.
It
was
this
conjecture
of
hers
which
he
had
dreaded
,
which
at
all
costs
he
must
dispel
.
"
Do
not
believe
it
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
Think
!
Should
I
have
been
at
so
much
pains
to
refrain
from
speech
,
if
speech
was
what
I
had
intended
?
"
"
How
should
I
know
but
what
that
concealment
was
part
of
the
gallantry
,
a
necessary
preface
to
the
pretty
speeches
?
"
"
Should
I
have
urged
your
rescue
on
the
King
had
I
believed
you
what
you
will
have
it
that
I
did
,
—
a
mere
witless
girl
to
be
pampered
with
follies
?
"
"
Then
you
admit
,
"
she
cried
,
"
you
urged
the
King
.
"
"
Should
I
have
travelled
over
Europe
to
search
for
a
wife
and
lit
on
you
?
Should
I
have
ridden
to
Ohlau
and
pestered
your
father
till
he
yielded
?
Should
I
have
ridden
across
Europe
to
Strasbourg
?
Should
I
have
endangered
my
friends
in
the
rush
to
Innspruck
?
No
,
no
,
no
!
From
first
to
last
you
were
the
chosen
woman
.
"
The
vehemence
and
fire
of
sincerity
with
which
he
spoke
had
its
effect
on
her
.
She
turned
again
towards
him
with
a
gleam
of
hopefulness
in
her
face
,
but
midway
in
the
turn
she
stopped
.
"
You
spoke
to
me
words
which
I
have
not
forgotten
,
"
she
said
doubtfully
.
"
You
said
the
King
had
need
of
me
.
I
will
be
frank
,
hoping
that
you
will
match
my
frankness
.
On
that
morning
when
we
climbed
down
the
gorge
,
and
ever
since
I
cheered
myself
with
that
one
thought
.
The
King
had
need
of
me
.
"
"
Never
was
truer
word
spoken
,
"
said
Wogan
,
stoutly
.
"
Then
why
is
the
King
in
Spain
?
"
They
had
come
back
to
the
first
question
.
Wogan
had
no
new
answer
to
it
.
He
said
,
—
"
I
do
not
know
.
"
For
a
moment
or
two
Clementina
searched
his
eyes
.
It
seemed
in
the
end
that
she
was
satisfied
he
spoke
the
truth
.
For
she
said
in
a
voice
of
greater
gentleness
,
—
"
Then
I
will
acquaint
you
.
Will
you
walk
with
me
for
half
a
mile
?
"
Wogan
bowed
,
and
followed
her
out
of
the
garden
.
He
could
not
think
whither
she
was
leading
him
,
or
for
what
purpose
.
She
walked
without
a
word
to
him
,
he
followed
without
a
question
,
and
so
pacing
with
much
dignity
they
came
to
the
steps
of
a
great
house
.
Then
Clementina
halted
.
"
Sir
,
"
said
she
,
"
can
you
put
a
name
to
the
house
?
"
"
Upon
my
word
,
your
Highness
,
I
cannot
.
"
"
It
is
the
Caprara
Palace
,
"
said
she
,
suddenly
,
and
suddenly
she
bent
her
eyes
upon
Wogan
.
The
name
,
however
,
conveyed
no
meaning
whatever
to
him
,
and
his
blank
face
told
her
so
clearly
.
She
nodded
in
a
sort
of
approval
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
,
relenting
,
"
you
did
not
know
.
"
She
mounted
the
steps
,
and
knocking
upon
the
door
was
admitted
by
an
old
broken
serving-man
,
who
told
her
that
the
Princess
Caprara
was
away
.
It
was
permitted
him
,
however
,
to
show
the
many
curiosities
and
treasures
of
the
palace
to
such
visitors
as
desired
it
.
Clementina
did
desire
it
.
The
old
man
led
her
and
her
companion
to
the
armoury
,
where
he
was
for
spending
much
time
and
breath
over
the
trophies
which
the
distinguished
General
Caprara
had
of
old
rapt
from
the
infidels
.
But
Clementina
quickly
broke
in
upon
his
garrulity
.
"
I
have
a
great
wish
to
see
the
picture
gallery
,
"
said
she
,
and
the
old
man
tottered
onwards
through
many
shrouded
and
darkened
rooms
.
In
the
picture
gallery
he
drew
up
the
blinds
and
then
took
a
wand
in
his
hand
.
"
Will
you
show
me
first
the
portrait
of
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
?
"
said
Clementina
.
It
was
a
full-length
portrait
painted
with
remarkable
skill
.
Maria
Vittoria
de
Caprara
was
represented
in
a
black
dress
,
and
the
warm
Italian
colouring
of
her
face
made
a
sort
of
glow
in
the
dark
picture
.
Her
eyes
watched
you
from
the
canvas
with
so
life-like
a
glance
you
had
a
thought
when
you
turned
that
they
turned
after
you
.
Clementina
gazed
at
the
picture
for
a
long
while
,
and
the
blood
slowly
mounted
on
her
neck
and
transfused
her
cheeks
.
"
There
is
a
face
,
Mr.
Wogan
,
—
a
passionate
,
beautiful
face
,
—
which
might
well
set
a
seal
upon
a
man
's
heart
.
I
do
not
wonder
.
I
can
well
believe
that
though
to-day
that
face
gladdens
the
streets
of
Rome
,
a
lover
in
Spain
might
see
it
through
all
the
thick
earth
of
the
Pyrenees
.
There
,
sir
,
I
promised
to
acquaint
you
why
the
King
lingered
in
Spain
.
I
have
fulfilled
that
promise
;
"
and
making
a
present
to
the
custodian
,
she
walked
back
through
the
rooms
and
down
the
steps
to
the
street
.
Wogan
followed
her
,
and
pacing
with
much
dignity
they
walked
back
to
the
little
house
among
the
trees
,
and
so
came
again
into
the
garden
of
blossoms
.
The
anger
had
now
gone
from
her
face
,
but
it
was
replaced
by
a
great
weariness
.
"
It
is
strange
,
is
it
not
,
"
she
said
with
a
faltering
smile
,
"
that
on
a
spring
morning
,
beneath
this
sky
,
amongst
these
flowers
,
I
should
think
with
envy
of
the
snows
of
Innspruck
and
my
prison
there
?
But
I
owe
you
a
reparation
,
"
she
added
.
"
You
said
the
King
had
need
of
me
.
For
that
saying
of
yours
I
find
an
apt
simile
.
Call
it
a
stone
on
which
you
bade
me
set
my
foot
and
step
.
I
stepped
,
and
found
that
your
stone
was
straw
.
"
"
No
,
madam
,
"
cried
Wogan
.
"
I
had
a
thought
,
"
she
continued
,
"
you
knew
the
stone
was
straw
when
you
commended
it
to
me
as
stone
.
But
this
morning
I
have
learned
my
error
.
I
acquit
you
,
and
ask
your
pardon
.
You
did
not
know
that
the
King
had
no
need
of
me
.
"
And
she
bowed
to
him
as
though
the
conversation
was
at
an
end
.
Wogan
,
however
,
would
not
let
her
go
.
He
placed
himself
in
front
of
her
,
engrossed
in
his
one
thought
,
"
She
must
marry
the
King
.
"
He
spoke
,
however
,
none
the
less
with
sincerity
when
he
cried
,
—
"
Nor
do
I
know
now
—
no
,
and
I
shall
not
know
.
"
"
You
have
walked
with
me
to
the
Caprara
Palace
this
morning
.
Or
did
I
dream
we
walked
?
"
"
What
your
Highness
has
shown
me
to-day
I
cannot
gainsay
.
For
this
is
the
first
time
that
ever
I
heard
of
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
.
But
I
am
very
sure
that
you
draw
your
inference
amiss
.
You
sit
in
judgment
on
the
King
,
not
knowing
him
.
You
push
aside
the
firm
trust
of
us
who
know
him
as
a
thing
of
no
account
.
And
because
once
,
in
a
mood
of
remorse
at
my
own
presumption
,
I
ascribed
one
trivial
exploit
—
at
the
best
a
success
of
muscle
and
not
brain
—
to
the
King
which
was
not
his
,
you
strip
him
of
all
merit
on
the
instant
.
"
He
saw
that
her
face
flushed
.
Here
,
at
all
events
,
he
had
hit
the
mark
,
and
he
cried
out
with
a
ringing
confidence
,
—
"
Your
stone
is
stone
,
not
straw
.
"
"
Prove
it
me
,
"
said
she
.
"
What
do
you
know
of
the
Princess
Caprara
at
the
end
of
it
all
?
You
have
told
me
this
morning
all
you
know
.
I
will
go
bail
if
the
whole
truth
were
out
the
matter
would
take
a
very
different
complexion
.
"
Again
she
said
,
—
"
Prove
that
to
me
!
"
and
then
she
looked
over
his
shoulder
.
Wogan
turned
and
saw
that
a
servant
was
coming
from
the
house
across
the
lawn
with
a
letter
on
a
salver
.
The
Princess
opened
the
letter
and
read
it
.
Then
she
turned
again
to
Wogan
.
"
His
Eminence
the
Cardinal
fixes
the
marriage
in
Bologna
here
for
to-day
fortnight
.
You
have
thus
two
weeks
wherein
to
make
your
word
good
.
"
Two
weeks
,
and
Wogan
had
not
an
idea
in
his
head
as
to
how
he
was
to
set
about
the
business
.
But
he
bowed
imperturbably
.
"
Within
two
weeks
I
will
convince
your
Highness
,
"
said
he
,
and
for
a
good
half-hour
he
sauntered
with
her
about
the
garden
before
he
took
his
leave
.
CHAPTER
XXIII
But
his
thoughts
had
been
busy
during
that
half-hour
,
and
as
soon
as
he
had
come
out
from
the
mouth
of
the
alley
,
he
ran
to
Gaydon
's
lodging
.
Gaydon
,
however
,
was
not
in
.
O'Toole
lodged
in
the
same
house
,
and
Wogan
mounted
to
his
apartments
,
hoping
there
to
find
news
of
Gaydon
's
whereabouts
.
But
O'Toole
was
taking
the
air
,
too
,
but
Wogan
found
O'Toole
's
servant
.
"
Where
will
I
find
Captain
O'Toole
?
"
asked
Wogan
.
"
You
will
find
his
Excellency
,
"
said
the
servant
,
with
a
reproachful
emphasis
upon
the
title
,
"
at
the
little
bookseller
's
in
the
Piazza
.
"
Wogan
sprang
down
the
stairs
and
hurried
to
the
Piazza
,
wondering
what
in
the
world
O'Toole
was
doing
at
a
bookseller
's
.
O'Toole
was
bending
over
the
counter
,
which
was
spread
with
open
books
,
and
Wogan
hailed
him
from
the
doorway
.
O'Toole
turned
and
blushed
a
deep
crimson
.
He
came
to
the
door
as
if
to
prevent
Wogan
's
entrance
into
the
shop
.
Wogan
,
however
,
had
but
one
thought
in
his
head
.
"
Where
shall
I
find
Gaydon
?
"
he
asked
.
"
He
went
towards
the
Via
San
Vitale
,
"
replied
O'Toole
.
Wogan
set
off
again
,
and
in
an
hour
came
upon
Gaydon
.
He
had
lost
an
hour
of
his
fortnight
;
with
the
half-hour
during
which
he
had
sauntered
in
the
garden
,
an
hour
and
a
half
.
"
You
went
to
Rome
in
the
spring
,
"
said
he
.
"
There
you
saw
the
King
.
Did
you
see
anyone
else
by
any
chance
whilst
you
were
in
Rome
?
"
"
Edgar
,
"
replied
Gaydon
,
with
a
glance
from
the
tail
of
his
eye
which
Wogan
did
not
fail
to
remark
.
"
Aha
!
"
said
he
.
"
Edgar
,
to
be
sure
,
since
you
saw
the
King
.
But
besides
Edgar
,
did
you
see
anyone
else
?
"
"
Whittington
,
"
said
Gaydon
.
"
Oho
!
"
said
Wogan
,
thoughtfully
.
"
So
you
saw
my
friend
Harry
Whittington
at
Rome
.
Did
you
see
him
with
the
King
?
"
Gaydon
was
becoming
manifestly
uncomfortable
.
"
He
was
waiting
for
the
King
,
"
he
replied
.
"
Indeed
.
And
whereabouts
was
he
waiting
for
the
King
?
"
"
Oh
,
outside
a
house
in
Rome
,
"
said
Gaydon
,
as
though
he
barely
remembered
the
incident
.
"
It
was
no
business
of
mine
,
that
I
could
see
.
"
"
None
whatever
,
to
be
sure
,
"
answered
Wogan
,
cordially
.
"
But
why
in
the
world
should
Whittington
be
waiting
for
the
King
outside
a
house
in
Rome
?
"
"
It
was
night-time
.
He
carried
a
lantern
.
"
"
Of
course
,
if
it
was
night-time
,
"
exclaimed
Wogan
,
in
his
most
unsuspicious
accent
,
"
and
the
King
wished
to
pay
a
visit
to
a
house
in
Rome
,
he
would
take
an
attendant
with
a
lantern
.
A
servant
,
though
,
one
would
have
thought
,
unless
,
of
course
,
it
was
a
private
sort
of
visit
—
"
"
It
was
no
business
of
mine
,
"
Gaydon
interrupted
;
"
and
so
I
made
no
inquiries
of
Whittington
.
"
"
But
Whittington
did
not
wait
for
inquiries
,
eh
?
"
said
Wogan
,
shrewdly
.
"
You
are
hiding
something
from
me
,
my
friend
,
—
something
which
that
good
honest
simpleton
of
a
Whittington
blurted
out
to
you
without
the
least
thought
of
making
any
disclosure
.
Oh
,
I
know
my
Whittington
.
And
I
know
you
,
too
,
Dick
.
I
do
not
blame
you
.
For
when
the
King
goes
a-visiting
the
Princess
Caprara
privately
at
night-time
while
the
girl
to
whom
he
is
betrothed
suffers
in
prison
for
her
courageous
loyalty
to
him
,
and
his
best
friends
are
risking
their
heads
to
set
her
free
,
why
,
there
's
knowledge
a
man
would
be
glad
to
keep
even
out
of
his
own
hearing
.
So
you
see
I
know
more
than
you
credit
me
with
.
So
tell
me
the
rest
!
Do
n't
fob
me
off
.
Do
n't
plead
it
is
none
of
your
business
,
for
,
upon
my
soul
,
it
is
.
"
Gaydon
suddenly
changed
his
manner
.
He
spoke
with
no
less
earnestness
than
Wogan
,
—
"
You
are
in
the
right
.
It
is
my
business
,
and
why
?
Because
it
touches
you
,
Charles
Wogan
,
and
you
are
my
friend
.
"
"
Therefore
you
will
tell
me
,
"
cried
Wogan
.
"
Therefore
I
will
not
tell
you
,
"
answered
Gaydon
.
He
had
a
very
keen
recollection
of
certain
pages
of
poetry
he
had
seen
on
the
table
at
Schlestadt
,
of
certain
conversations
in
the
berlin
when
he
had
feigned
to
sleep
.
Wogan
caught
him
by
the
arm
.
"
I
must
know
.
Here
have
I
lost
two
hours
out
of
one
poor
fortnight
.
I
must
know
.
"
"
Why
?
"
Gaydon
stood
quite
unmoved
,
and
with
a
remarkable
sternness
of
expression
.
Wogan
understood
that
only
the
truth
would
unlock
his
lips
,
and
he
cried
,
—
"
Because
unless
I
do
,
in
a
fortnight
her
Highness
will
refuse
to
marry
the
King
.
"
And
he
recounted
to
him
the
walk
he
had
taken
and
the
conversation
he
had
held
with
Clementina
that
morning
.
Gaydon
listened
with
an
unfeigned
surprise
.
The
story
put
Wogan
in
quite
a
different
light
,
and
moreover
it
was
told
with
so
much
sincerity
of
voice
and
so
clear
a
simplicity
of
language
,
Gaydon
could
not
doubt
one
syllable
.
"
I
am
afraid
,
my
friend
,
"
said
he
,
"
my
thoughts
have
done
you
some
wrong
—
"
"
Leave
me
out
of
them
,
"
cried
Wogan
,
impatiently
.
He
had
no
notion
and
no
desire
to
hear
what
Gaydon
meant
.
"
Tell
me
from
first
to
last
what
you
saw
in
Rome
.
"
Gaydon
told
him
thereupon
of
that
secret
passage
from
the
Chevalier
's
house
into
the
back
street
,
and
of
that
promenade
to
the
Princess
's
house
which
he
had
spied
upon
.
Wogan
listened
without
any
remark
,
and
yet
without
any
attempt
to
quicken
his
informant
.
But
as
soon
as
he
had
the
story
,
he
set
off
at
a
run
towards
the
Cardinal
's
palace
.
"
So
the
Princess
,
"
he
thought
,
"
had
more
than
a
rumour
to
go
upon
,
though
how
she
came
by
her
knowledge
the
devil
only
knows
.
"
At
the
palace
he
was
told
that
the
Cardinal
was
gone
to
the
Archiginnasio
.
"
I
will
wait
,
"
said
Wogan
;
and
he
waited
in
the
library
for
an
hour
,
—
another
priceless
hour
of
that
swiftly
passing
fortnight
,
and
he
was
not
a
whit
nearer
to
his
end
!
He
made
it
his
business
,
however
,
to
show
a
composed
face
to
his
Eminence
,
and
since
his
Eminence
's
dinner
was
ready
,
to
make
a
pretence
of
sharing
the
meal
.
The
Cardinal
was
in
a
mood
of
great
contentment
.
"
It
is
your
presence
,
Mr.
Wogan
,
puts
me
in
a
good
humour
,
"
he
was
pleased
to
say
.
"
Or
a
certain
letter
your
Eminence
received
from
Spain
to-day
?
"
asked
Wogan
.
"
True
,
the
letter
was
one
to
cause
all
the
King
's
friends
satisfaction
.
"
"
And
some
few
of
them
,
perhaps
,
relief
,
"
said
Wogan
.
The
Cardinal
glanced
at
Wogan
,
but
with
a
quite
impassive
countenance
.
He
took
a
pinch
of
snuff
and
inhaled
it
delicately
.
Then
he
glanced
at
Wogan
again
.
"
I
have
a
hope
,
Mr.
Wogan
,
"
said
he
,
with
a
great
cordiality
.
"
You
shall
tell
me
if
it
is
to
fall
.
I
see
much
of
you
of
late
,
and
I
have
a
hope
that
you
are
thinking
of
the
priesthood
.
We
should
welcome
you
very
gladly
,
you
may
be
sure
.
Who
knows
but
what
there
is
a
Cardinal
's
hat
hung
up
in
the
anteroom
of
the
future
for
you
to
take
down
from
its
peg
?
"
The
suggestion
was
sufficiently
startling
to
Wogan
,
who
had
thought
of
nothing
less
than
of
entering
into
orders
.
But
he
was
not
to
be
diverted
by
this
piece
of
ingenuity
.
"
Your
Eminence
,
"
said
he
,
"
although
I
hold
myself
unworthy
of
priestly
vows
,
I
am
here
in
truth
in
the
character
of
a
catechist
.
"
"
Catechise
,
then
,
my
friend
,
"
said
the
Cardinal
,
with
a
smile
.
"
First
,
then
,
I
would
ask
your
Eminence
how
many
of
the
King
's
followers
have
had
the
honour
of
being
presented
to
the
Princess
Clementina
?
"
"
Very
few
.
"
"
Might
I
know
the
names
?
"
"
To
be
sure
.
"
Cardinal
Origo
repeated
three
or
four
names
.
They
were
the
names
of
men
known
to
Wogan
for
irreproachable
loyalty
.
Not
one
of
them
would
have
gone
about
the
Princess
with
slanders
upon
his
master
;
he
would
have
gone
bail
for
them
all
,
—
at
least
,
a
month
ago
he
would
,
he
reflected
,
though
now
indeed
he
hardly
knew
where
to
put
his
trust
.
"
Her
Highness
lives
,
as
you
know
,
a
very
suitable
,
secluded
life
,
"
continued
Origo
.
"
But
might
not
others
have
had
access
to
her
at
the
Pilgrim
Inn
?
"
"
Nay
,
she
was
there
but
the
one
night
,
—
the
night
of
her
arrival
.
I
do
not
think
it
likely
.
For
if
you
remember
,
I
myself
went
to
her
early
the
next
morning
,
and
by
a
stroke
of
good
luck
I
had
already
come
upon
the
little
house
in
the
garden
which
was
offered
to
me
by
a
friend
of
yours
for
her
Highness
's
service
.
"
"
On
the
evening
of
our
arrival
?
A
friend
of
mine
offered
you
the
house
,
"
said
Wogan
,
puzzling
over
who
that
friend
could
be
.
"
Yes
.
Harry
Whittington
.
"
Wogan
started
to
his
feet
.
So
,
after
all
,
Whittington
was
at
the
bottom
of
the
trouble
.
Wogan
wondered
whether
he
had
done
wisely
not
to
publish
the
fellow
's
treachery
.
But
he
could
not
,
—
no
,
he
had
to
make
his
account
with
the
man
alone
.
There
were
reasons
.
"
It
was
Harry
Whittington
who
offered
the
house
for
her
Highness
's
use
?
"
Wogan
exclaimed
.
"
It
was
an
offer
most
apt
and
kind
.
"
"
And
made
on
the
evening
of
our
arrival
?
"
"
Not
an
hour
after
you
left
me
.
But
you
are
surprised
?
"
Wogan
was
reflecting
that
on
the
evening
of
his
arrival
,
and
indeed
just
before
Whittington
made
his
offer
to
Origo
,
he
had
seen
Whittington
's
face
by
the
torchlight
in
the
square
.
That
face
lived
very
plainly
in
Wogan
's
thoughts
.
It
was
certainly
not
for
Clementina
's
service
that
Whittington
had
offered
the
house
.
Wogan
resumed
his
seat
,
saying
carelessly
,
—
"
I
was
surprised
,
for
I
had
a
notion
that
Whittington
lodged
opposite
the
Torre
Garisenda
,
and
not
at
the
house
.
"
"
Nor
did
he
.
He
hired
it
for
a
friend
who
has
now
left
Bologna
.
"
"
Man
or
woman
?
"
asked
Wogan
,
remembering
that
visitor
who
had
drawn
back
into
the
alley
one
early
morning
of
last
autumn
.
The
man
might
very
likely
have
been
Whittington
.
"
I
did
not
trouble
to
inquire
,
"
said
the
Cardinal
.
"
But
,
Mr.
Wogan
,
why
do
you
ask
me
these
questions
?
"
"
I
have
not
come
yet
to
the
end
of
them
,
"
answered
Wogan
.
"
There
is
one
more
.
"
"
Ask
it
!
"
said
his
Eminence
,
crossing
his
legs
.
"
Will
your
Eminence
oblige
me
with
a
history
of
the
affection
of
Maria
Vittoria
,
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
,
for
the
King
?
"
The
Cardinal
uncrossed
his
legs
and
bounced
in
his
chair
.
"
Here
is
a
question
indeed
!
"
he
stuttered
.
"
And
a
history
of
the
King
's
response
to
it
,
"
continued
Wogan
,
implacably
,
"
with
a
particular
account
of
why
the
King
lingers
in
Spain
after
the
Cadiz
expedition
has
put
out
to
sea
.
"
Origo
was
now
quite
still
.
His
face
was
pale
,
and
he
had
lost
in
an
instant
that
air
of
affectation
which
so
contrasted
with
his
broad
features
.
"
This
is
very
dangerous
talk
,
"
said
he
,
solemnly
.
"
Not
so
dangerous
as
silence
.
"
"
Some
foolish
slanderer
has
been
busy
at
your
ears
.
"
"
Not
at
my
ears
,
"
returned
Wogan
.
The
Cardinal
took
his
meaning
.
"
Is
it
so
,
indeed
?
"
said
he
,
thoughtfully
,
once
or
twice
.
Then
he
reached
out
his
hand
towards
an
escritoire
.
"
But
here
's
the
King
's
letter
come
this
morning
.
"
"
It
is
not
enough
,
"
said
Wogan
,
"
for
the
King
lingers
in
Spain
,
and
the
portrait
of
Maria
Vittoria
glows
on
the
walls
of
the
Caprara
Palace
,
whither
I
was
bidden
to
escort
her
Highness
this
morning
.
"
The
Cardinal
walked
thoughtfully
to
and
fro
about
the
room
,
but
made
up
his
mind
in
the
end
.
"
I
will
tell
you
the
truth
of
the
matter
,
Mr.
Wogan
.
The
King
saw
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
for
the
first
time
while
you
were
searching
Europe
for
a
wife
for
him
.
He
saw
her
here
one
morning
at
Mass
in
the
Church
of
the
Crucifixion
,
and
came
away
most
silent
.
Of
their
acquaintance
I
need
not
speak
.
The
King
just
for
one
month
became
an
ardent
youth
.
He
appealed
to
the
Pope
for
his
consent
to
marry
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
,
and
the
Pope
consented
.
The
King
was
just
sending
off
a
message
to
bid
you
cease
your
search
when
you
came
back
with
the
news
that
her
Highness
the
Princess
Clementina
had
accepted
the
King
's
hand
and
would
shortly
set
out
for
Bologna
.
Sir
,
the
King
was
in
despair
,
though
he
showed
to
you
a
smiling
,
grateful
face
.
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
went
to
Rome
;
the
King
stayed
here
awaiting
his
betrothed
.
There
came
the
news
of
her
imprisonment
.
The
King
,
after
all
,
is
a
man
.
If
his
heart
leaped
a
little
at
the
news
,
who
shall
blame
him
?
Do
you
remember
how
you
came
privately
one
night
to
the
King
's
cabinet
and
found
me
there
in
the
King
's
company
?
"
"
But
,
"
stammered
Wogan
,
"
I
do
remember
that
evening
.
I
remember
that
the
King
was
pale
,
discouraged
—
"
"
And
why
?
"
said
Origo
.
"
Because
her
Highness
's
journey
had
been
interrupted
,
because
the
marriage
now
seemed
impossible
?
No
,
but
because
Mr.
Charles
Wogan
was
back
in
Bologna
,
because
Mr.
Charles
Wogan
had
sought
for
a
private
interview
,
because
the
King
had
no
more
doubt
than
I
as
to
what
Mr.
Charles
Wogan
intended
to
propose
,
and
because
the
King
knew
that
what
Mr.
Wogan
set
his
hand
to
was
as
good
as
done
.
You
remember
I
threw
such
hindrances
as
I
could
in
your
way
,
and
made
much
of
the
risks
you
must
run
,
and
the
impossibility
of
your
task
.
Now
you
know
why
.
"
Never
was
a
man
more
confused
than
Wogan
at
this
story
of
the
Cardinal
's
.
"
It
makes
me
out
a
mere
meddlesome
fool
,
"
he
cried
,
and
sat
stunned
.
"
It
is
an
unprofitable
question
at
this
time
of
day
,
"
said
the
Cardinal
,
with
a
smile
.
"
Matters
have
gone
so
far
that
they
can
no
longer
be
remedied
.
This
marriage
must
take
place
.
"
"
True
,
"
said
Wogan
.
"
The
King
,
indeed
,
is
firmly
inclined
to
it
.
"
"
Yet
he
lingers
in
Spain
.
"
"
That
I
cannot
explain
to
you
,
but
he
has
been
most
loyal
.
That
you
must
take
my
word
for
,
so
must
your
Princess
.
"
"
Yet
this
winter
when
I
was
at
Schlestadt
preparing
the
expedition
to
Innspruck
,
"
Wogan
said
with
a
certain
timidity
,
for
he
no
longer
felt
that
it
was
within
his
right
to
make
reproaches
,
"
the
King
was
in
Rome
visiting
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
.
"
The
Cardinal
flushed
with
some
anger
at
Wogan
's
persistence
.
"
Come
,
sir
,
"
said
he
,
"
what
has
soured
you
with
suspicions
?
Upon
my
word
,
here
is
a
man
sitting
with
me
who
bears
your
name
,
but
few
of
those
good
qualities
the
name
is
linked
with
in
my
memories
.
Your
King
saw
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
once
in
Rome
,
once
only
.
Major
Gaydon
had
come
at
your
request
to
Rome
to
fetch
a
letter
in
the
King
's
hand
,
bidding
her
Highness
entrust
herself
to
you
.
Up
to
that
moment
the
issue
of
your
exploit
was
in
the
balance
.
But
your
request
was
to
the
King
a
very
certain
sign
that
you
would
indeed
succeed
.
So
the
night
before
he
wrote
the
letter
he
went
to
the
Caprara
Palace
and
took
his
farewell
of
the
woman
he
loved
.
So
much
may
be
pardoned
to
any
man
,
even
by
you
,
who
,
it
seems
,
stand
pinnacled
above
these
earthly
affections
.
"
The
blood
rushed
into
Wogan
's
face
at
the
sneer
,
but
he
bowed
his
head
to
it
,
being
much
humbled
by
Origo
's
disclosures
.
"
This
story
I
have
told
you
,
"
continued
the
Cardinal
,
"
I
will
make
bold
to
tell
to-morrow
to
her
Highness
.
"
"
But
you
must
also
explain
why
the
King
lingers
in
Spain
,
"
Wogan
objected
.
"
I
am
very
certain
of
it
.
The
Princess
has
her
pride
;
she
will
not
marry
a
reluctant
man
.
"
"
Well
,
that
I
cannot
do
,
"
cried
the
Cardinal
,
now
fairly
exasperated
.
"
Pride
!
She
has
her
pride
!
Is
it
to
ruin
a
cause
,
this
pride
of
hers
?
Is
it
to
wreck
a
policy
?
"
"
No
,
"
cried
Wogan
,
starting
up
.
"
I
have
a
fortnight
.
I
beg
your
Eminence
not
to
speak
one
word
to
her
Highness
until
this
fortnight
is
gone
,
until
the
eve
of
the
marriage
in
Bologna
.
Give
me
till
then
.
I
have
a
hope
there
will
be
no
need
for
us
to
speak
at
all
.
"
The
Cardinal
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
You
must
do
more
than
hope
.
Will
you
pledge
your
word
to
it
?
"
Here
it
seemed
to
Wogan
was
an
occasion
when
a
man
must
dare
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
and
so
went
out
of
the
house
.
He
had
spoken
under
a
sudden
inspiration
;
the
Cardinal
's
words
had
shown
him
a
way
which
with
careful
treading
might
lead
to
his
desired
result
.
He
went
first
to
his
lodging
,
and
ordered
his
servant
Marnier
to
saddle
his
black
horse
.
Then
he
hurried
again
to
O'Toole
's
lodging
,
and
found
his
friend
back
from
the
bookseller
's
indeed
,
but
breathing
very
hard
of
a
book
which
he
slid
behind
his
back
.
"
I
am
to
go
on
a
journey
,
"
said
Wogan
,
"
and
there
's
a
delicate
sort
of
work
I
would
trust
to
you
.
"
O'Toole
looked
distantly
at
Wogan
.
"
Opus
,
"
said
he
,
in
a
far-away
voice
.
"
I
want
you
to
keep
an
eye
on
the
little
house
in
the
garden
—
"
O'Toole
nodded
.
"
Hortus
,
hortus
,
hortum
,
"
said
he
,
"
horti
—
hortus
,
"
and
he
fingered
the
book
at
his
back
,
"
no
,
horti
,
horto
,
horto
.
Do
you
know
,
my
friend
,
that
the
difference
between
the
second
and
fourth
declensions
was
solely
invented
by
the
grammarians
for
their
own
profit
.
It
is
of
no
manner
of
use
,
and
the
most
plaguy
business
that
ever
I
heard
of
.
"
"
O'Toole
,
"
cried
Wogan
,
with
a
bang
of
his
fist
,
"
you
are
no
more
listening
to
me
than
this
table
.
"
At
once
O'Toole
's
face
brightened
,
and
with
a
shout
of
pride
he
reeled
out
,
"
Mensa
,
mensa
,
mensam
,
mensae
,
mensae
,
mensa
.
"
Wogan
sprang
up
in
a
rage
.
"
Do
n't
mensa
,
mensam
me
when
I
am
talking
most
seriously
to
you
!
What
is
it
you
are
after
?
What
's
that
book
you
are
hiding
?
Let
me
look
at
it
!
"
O'Toole
blushed
on
every
visible
inch
of
him
and
handed
the
book
to
Wogan
.
"
It
's
a
Latin
grammar
,
my
friend
,
"
said
he
,
meekly
.
"
And
what
in
the
world
do
you
want
to
be
addling
your
brains
with
a
Latin
grammar
for
,
when
there
's
other
need
for
your
eyes
?
"
"
Are
n't
we
to
be
enrolled
at
the
Capitol
in
June
as
Roman
Senators
with
all
the
ancient
honours
,
cum
titubis
—
it
is
so
—
cum
titubis
,
which
are
psalters
or
pshawms
?
"
"
Well
,
what
then
?
"
"
You
do
n't
understand
,
Charles
,
the
difficulty
of
my
position
.
You
have
Latin
at
your
finger-ends
.
Sure
,
I
have
often
admired
you
for
your
extraordinary
comprehension
of
Latin
,
but
never
more
than
I
do
now
.
It
will
be
no
trouble
in
the
world
for
you
to
trip
off
a
neat
little
speech
,
thanking
the
Senators
kindly
for
the
great
honour
they
are
doing
themselves
in
electing
us
into
their
noble
body
.
But
it
will
not
be
easy
for
me
,
"
said
O'Toole
,
with
a
sigh
.
"
How
can
I
get
enough
Latin
through
my
skull
by
June
not
to
disgrace
myself
?
"
He
looked
so
utterly
miserable
and
distressed
that
Wogan
never
felt
less
inclined
to
laugh
.
"
I
sit
up
at
nights
with
a
lamp
,
but
the
most
unaccountable
thing
happens
.
I
may
come
in
here
as
lively
as
any
cricket
,
but
the
moment
I
take
this
book
in
my
hands
I
am
overpowered
with
sleep
—
"
"
Oh
,
listen
to
me
,
"
cried
Wogan
.
"
I
have
only
a
fortnight
—
"
"
And
I
have
only
till
June
,
"
sighed
O'Toole
.
"
But
there
!
I
am
listening
.
I
have
no
doubt
,
my
friend
,
your
business
is
more
important
than
mine
,
"
he
said
with
the
simplicity
of
which
not
one
of
his
friends
could
resist
the
appeal
.
Wogan
could
not
now
.
"
My
business
,
"
he
said
,
"
is
only
more
important
because
you
have
no
need
of
your
Latin
grammar
at
all
.
There
's
a
special
deputy
,
a
learned
professor
,
appointed
on
these
occasions
to
make
a
speech
for
us
,
and
all
we
have
to
do
is
to
sit
still
and
nod
our
heads
wisely
when
he
looks
towards
us
.
"
"
Is
that
all
?
"
cried
O'Toole
,
jumping
up
.
"
Swear
it
!
"
"
I
do
,
"
said
Wogan
;
and
"
Here
's
to
the
devil
with
the
Latin
grammar
!
"
exclaimed
O'Toole
.
He
flung
open
his
window
and
hurled
the
book
out
across
the
street
with
the
full
force
of
his
prodigious
arm
.
There
followed
a
crash
and
then
the
tinkle
of
falling
glass
.
O'Toole
beamed
contentedly
and
shut
the
window
.
"
Now
what
will
I
do
for
you
in
return
for
this
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Keep
a
watch
on
the
little
house
and
the
garden
.
I
will
tell
you
why
when
I
return
.
Observe
who
goes
in
to
visit
the
Princess
,
but
hinder
no
one
.
Only
remember
who
they
are
and
let
me
know
.
"
And
Wogan
got
back
to
his
lodging
and
mounted
his
black
horse
.
He
could
trust
O'Toole
to
play
watchdog
in
his
absence
.
If
the
mysterious
visitor
who
had
bestowed
upon
Clementina
with
so
liberal
a
hand
so
much
innuendo
and
such
an
artful
combination
of
truth
and
falsity
,
were
to
come
again
to
the
little
house
to
confirm
the
slanders
,
Wogan
in
the
end
would
not
fail
to
discover
the
visitor
's
identity
.
He
dismissed
the
matter
from
his
mind
and
rode
out
from
Bologna
.
Four
days
afterwards
he
presented
himself
at
the
door
of
the
Caprara
Palace
.
CHAPTER
XXIV
Maria
Vittoria
received
the
name
of
her
visitor
with
a
profound
astonishment
.
Then
she
stamped
her
foot
and
said
violently
,
"
Send
him
away
!
I
hate
him
.
"
But
curiosity
got
the
better
of
her
hate
.
She
felt
a
strong
desire
to
see
the
meddlesome
man
who
had
thrust
himself
between
her
and
her
lover
;
and
before
her
woman
had
got
so
far
as
the
door
,
she
said
,
"
Let
him
up
to
me
!
"
She
was
again
surprised
when
Wogan
was
admitted
,
for
she
expected
a
stout
and
burly
soldier
,
stupid
and
confident
,
of
the
type
which
blunders
into
success
through
sheer
ignorance
of
the
probabilities
of
defeat
.
Mr.
Wogan
,
for
his
part
,
saw
the
glowing
original
of
the
picture
at
Bologna
,
but
armed
at
all
points
with
hostility
.
"
Your
business
,
"
said
she
,
curtly
.
Wogan
no
less
curtly
replied
that
he
had
a
wish
to
escort
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
to
Bologna
.
He
spoke
as
though
he
was
suggesting
a
walk
on
the
Campagna
.
"
And
why
should
I
travel
to
Bologna
?
"
she
asked
.
Wogan
explained
.
The
explanation
required
delicacy
,
but
he
put
it
in
as
few
words
as
might
be
.
There
were
slanderers
at
work
.
Her
Highness
the
Princess
Clementina
was
in
great
distress
;
a
word
from
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
would
make
all
clear
.
"
Why
should
I
trouble
because
the
Princess
Clementina
has
a
crumpled
rose-leaf
in
her
bed
?
I
will
not
go
,
"
said
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
.
"
Yet
her
Highness
may
justly
ask
why
the
King
lingers
in
Spain
.
"
Wogan
saw
a
look
,
a
smile
of
triumph
,
brighten
for
an
instant
on
the
angry
face
.
"
It
is
no
doubt
a
humiliation
to
the
Princess
Clementina
,
"
said
Maria
Vittoria
,
with
a
great
deal
of
satisfaction
.
"
But
she
must
learn
to
bear
humiliation
like
other
women
.
"
"
But
she
will
reject
the
marriage
,
"
urged
Wogan
.
"
The
fool
!
"
cried
Maria
Vittoria
,
and
she
laughed
almost
gaily
.
"
I
will
not
budge
an
inch
to
persuade
her
to
it
.
Let
her
fancy
what
she
will
and
weep
over
it
!
I
hate
her
;
therefore
she
is
out
of
my
thought
.
"
Wogan
was
not
blind
to
the
inspiriting
effect
of
his
argument
upon
Maria
Vittoria
.
He
had
,
however
,
foreseen
it
,
and
he
continued
imperturbably
,
—
"
No
doubt
you
think
me
something
of
a
fool
,
too
,
to
advance
so
unlikely
a
plea
.
But
if
her
Highness
rejects
the
marriage
,
who
suffers
?
Her
Highness
's
name
is
already
widely
praised
for
her
endurance
,
her
constancy
.
If
,
after
all
,
at
the
last
moment
she
scornfully
rejects
that
for
which
she
has
so
stoutly
ventured
,
whose
name
,
whose
cause
,
will
suffer
most
?
It
will
be
one
more
misfortune
,
one
more
disaster
,
to
add
to
the
crushing
weight
under
which
the
King
labours
.
There
will
be
ignominy
;
who
will
be
dwarfed
by
it
?
There
will
be
laughter
;
whom
will
it
souse
?
There
will
be
scandal
;
who
will
be
splashed
by
it
?
The
Princess
or
the
King
?
"
Maria
Vittoria
stood
with
her
brows
drawn
together
in
a
frown
.
"
I
will
not
go
,
"
she
said
after
a
pause
.
"
Never
was
there
so
presumptuous
a
request
.
No
,
I
will
not
.
"
Wogan
made
his
bow
and
retired
.
But
he
was
at
the
Caprara
Palace
again
in
the
morning
,
and
again
he
was
admitted
.
He
noticed
without
regret
that
Maria
Vittoria
bore
the
traces
of
a
restless
night
.
"
What
should
I
say
if
I
went
with
you
?
"
she
asked
.
"
You
would
say
why
the
King
lingers
in
Spain
.
"
Maria
Vittoria
gave
a
startled
look
at
Wogan
.
"
Do
you
know
why
?
"
"
You
told
me
yesterday
.
"
"
Not
in
words
.
"
"
There
are
other
ways
of
speech
.
"
That
one
smile
of
triumph
had
assured
Wogan
that
the
King
's
delay
was
her
doing
and
a
condition
of
their
parting
.
"
How
will
my
story
,
though
I
told
it
,
help
?
"
asked
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
.
Wogan
had
no
doubts
upon
that
score
.
The
story
of
the
Chevalier
and
Maria
Vittoria
had
a
strong
parallel
in
Clementina
's
own
history
.
Circumstance
and
duty
held
them
apart
,
as
it
held
apart
Clementina
and
Wogan
himself
.
In
hearing
Maria
Vittoria
's
story
,
Clementina
would
hear
her
own
;
she
must
be
moved
to
sympathy
with
it
;
she
would
regard
with
her
own
generous
eyes
those
who
played
unhappy
parts
in
its
development
;
she
could
have
no
word
of
censure
,
no
opportunity
for
scorn
.
"
Tell
the
story
,
"
said
Wogan
.
"
I
will
warrant
the
result
.
"
"
No
,
I
will
not
go
,
"
said
she
;
and
again
Wogan
left
the
house
.
And
again
he
came
the
next
morning
.
"
Why
should
I
go
?
"
said
Maria
Vittoria
,
rebelliously
.
"
Say
what
you
have
said
to
me
to
her
!
Speak
to
her
of
the
ignominy
which
will
befall
the
King
!
Tell
her
how
his
cause
will
totter
!
Why
talk
of
this
to
me
?
If
she
loves
the
King
,
your
words
will
persuade
her
.
For
on
my
life
they
have
nearly
persuaded
me
.
"
"
If
she
loves
the
King
!
"
said
Wogan
,
quietly
,
and
Maria
Vittoria
stared
at
him
.
There
was
something
she
had
not
conjectured
before
.
"
Oh
,
she
does
not
love
him
!
"
she
said
in
wonderment
.
Her
wonderment
swiftly
changed
to
contempt
.
"
The
fool
!
Let
her
go
on
her
knees
and
pray
for
a
modest
heart
.
There
's
my
message
to
her
.
Who
is
she
that
she
should
not
love
him
?
"
But
it
nevertheless
altered
a
trifle
pleasurably
Maria
Vittoria
's
view
of
the
position
.
It
was
pain
to
her
to
contemplate
the
Chevalier
's
marriage
,
a
deep
,
gnawing
,
rancorous
pain
,
but
the
pain
was
less
,
once
she
could
believe
he
was
to
marry
a
woman
who
did
not
love
him
.
She
despised
the
woman
for
her
stupidity
;
none
the
less
,
that
was
the
wife
she
would
choose
,
if
she
must
needs
choose
another
than
herself
.
"
I
have
a
mind
to
see
this
fool-woman
of
yours
,
"
she
said
doubtfully
.
"
Why
does
she
not
love
the
King
?
"
Wogan
could
have
answered
that
she
had
never
seen
him
.
He
thought
silence
,
however
,
was
the
more
expressive
.
The
silence
led
Maria
Vittoria
to
conjecture
.
"
Is
there
another
picture
at
her
heart
?
"
she
asked
,
and
again
Wogan
was
silent
.
"
Whose
,
then
?
You
will
not
tell
me
.
"
It
might
have
been
something
in
Wogan
's
attitude
or
face
which
revealed
the
truth
to
her
;
it
might
have
been
her
recollection
of
what
the
King
had
said
concerning
Wogan
's
enthusiasm
;
it
might
have
been
merely
her
woman
's
instinct
.
But
she
started
and
took
a
step
towards
Wogan
.
Her
eyes
certainly
softened
.
"
I
will
go
with
you
to
Bologna
,
"
she
said
;
and
that
afternoon
with
the
smallest
equipment
she
started
from
Rome
.
Wogan
had
ridden
alone
from
Bologna
to
Rome
in
four
days
;
he
had
spent
three
days
in
Rome
;
he
now
took
six
days
to
return
in
company
with
Mlle
.
de
Caprara
and
her
few
servants
.
He
thus
arrived
in
Bologna
on
the
eve
of
that
day
when
he
was
to
act
as
the
King
's
proxy
in
the
marriage
.
It
was
about
four
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
when
the
tiny
cavalcade
clattered
through
the
Porta
Castiglione
.
Wogan
led
the
way
to
the
Pilgrim
Inn
,
where
he
left
Maria
Vittoria
,
saying
that
he
would
return
at
nightfall
.
He
then
went
on
foot
to
O'Toole
's
lodging
.
O'Toole
,
however
,
had
no
news
for
him
.
"
There
has
been
no
mysterious
visitor
,
"
said
he
.
"
There
will
be
one
to-night
,
"
answered
Wogan
.
"
I
shall
need
you
.
"
"
I
am
ready
,
"
said
O'Toole
.
The
two
friends
walked
back
to
the
Pilgrim
Inn
.
They
were
joined
by
Maria
Vittoria
,
