"You are welcome, Mr. Leigh," said Gherardi, speaking English with a
fluency of which he was pardonably proud, "Your letter from Florence
received my instant attention, and as you see, I have made it a
point to receive you at once--in spite of pressing business. Yes,--
in spite of pressing business! I confess I have been curious to see
the writer who has made himself so obnoxious to our dear friends and
brothers, the English clergy!"
A smile that was brilliant, but which conveyed no meaning whatever,
illumined his features; but for all reply to these words Aubrey
simply bowed and remained silent. Gherardi glanced at him sharply.
Was he intimidated already?--overawed at being in the presence of
one who was known to be a friend and confidant of the Pope? No--
there was nothing of fear or embarrassment in the composed attitude,
proud manner, and reserved expression of this slim, muscular man,
with the bright hair and keen eyes,--and Gherardi dropped his tone
of patronage for one of courtesy.
"Pray sit down!" he said, "I understand that you wish to obtain a
private audience of the Holy Father. That of course is impossible!"
Aubrey drew a chair slowly towards the desk where Gherardi had
resumed his own usual seat, and raised his eyes with a curious look
of half satirical questioning.
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