"Madame, you are too generous!"
But even while he exchanged these courtesies with her, his eyes were
fixed on Angela Sovrani, who, moving close to her uncle's chair, had
folded her hands upon its sculptured edge and now stood beside it, a
graceful nymph-like figure of statuesque repose. But her breath came
and went quickly, and her face was very pale.
"No wonder Monsignor Moretti was so exceedingly angry," resumed the
Princesse D'Agramont with a smile, "I understand the position now.
It is a truly remarkable one. Monseigneur," this with a profound
reverence to the Cardinal, "you have found it difficult to be umpire
in the discussion."
"The discussion was not mine," said the Cardinal slowly, "But the
cause of the trouble is a point which affects many,--and I am one of
those who desire to hear all before I presume to judge one. I have
asked the son of my old friend Vergniaud to tell me what led him to
make his assumed name one of such terror and confusion in the world;
he is but six-and-twenty, and yet . . ."
"And yet people talk much of me you would say, Monseigneur," said
Cyrillon, a touch of scorn lighting up his fine eyes, "True, and it
is easy to be talked of. That is nothing, I do not wish for that,
except in so far as it helps me to attain my ambition.
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