this dangerous avidity, which is far from being atoned for, in the eyes of public opinion, by a few paltry alms, bestowed in the narrow spirit of exclusion and intolerance.
Mother Sainte-Perpetue was seated before a large cylindrical-fronted desk in the centre of an apartment simply but comfortably furnished.An excellent fire burned within the marble chimney, and a soft carpet covered the floor.The superior, to whom all letters addressed to the sisters or the boarders were every day delivered, had just been opening she first, according to her acknowledged right, and carefully unsealing the second, without their knowing it, according to a right that she ascribed to herself, of course, with a view to the salvation of those dear creatures; and partly, perhaps, a little to make herself acquainted with their correspondence, for she also had imposed on herself the duty of reading all letters that were sent from the convent, before they were put into the post.The traces of this pious and innocent inquisition were easily effaced, for the good mother possessed a whole arsenal of steel tools, some very sharp, to cut the pager imperceptibly round the seal--others, pretty little rods, to be slightly heated and rolled round the edge of the seal, when the letter had been read and replaced in its envelope, so that the wax, spreading as it melted, might cover the first incision.Moreover, from a praiseworthy feeling of justice and equality, there was in the arsenal of the good mother a little fumigator of the most ingenious construction, the damp and dissolving vapor of which was reserved for the letters humbly and modestly secured with wafers, thus softened, they yielded to the least efforts, without any tearing of the paper.According to the importance of the revelations, which she thus gleaned from the writers of the letters, the superior took notes more or less extensive.She was interrupted in this investigation by two gentle taps at the bolted door.Mother Sainte-Perpetue immediately let down the sliding cylinder of her cabinet, so as to cover the secret arsenal, and went to open the door with a grave and solemn air.A lay sister came to announce to her that the Princess de Saint-Dizier was waiting for her in the parlor, and that Mdlle.Florine, accompanied by a young girl, deformed and badly dressed, was waiting at the door of the little corridor.
"Introduce the princess first," said Mother Sainte Perpetue.And, with charming forethought, she drew an armchair to the fire.Mme.de Saint-
Dizier entered.
Without pretensions to juvenile coquetry, still the princess was tastefully and elegantly dressed.She wore a black velvet bonnet of the most fashionable make, a large blue cashmere shawl, and a black satin dress, trimmed with sable, to match the fur of her muff.
"To what good fortune am I again to-day indebted for the honor of your visit, my dear daughter?" said the superior, graciously.
"A very important recommendation, my dear mother, though I am in a great hurry.I am expected at the house of his Eminence, and have, unfortunately, only a few minutes to spare.I have again to speak of the two orphans who occupied our attention so long yesterday."
"They continue to be kept separate, according to your wish; and this separation has had such an effect upon them that I have been obliged to send this morning for Dr.Baleinier, from his asylum.He found much fever joined to great depression, and, singular enough, absolutely the same symptoms in both cases.I have again questioned these unfortunate creatures, and have been quite confounded and terrified to find them perfect heathens."
"It was, you see, very urgent to place them in your care.But to the subject of my visit, my dear mother: we have just learned the unexpected return of the soldier who brought these girls to France, and was thought to be absent for some days; but he is in Paris, and, notwithstanding his age, a man of extraordinary boldness, enterprise and energy.Should he discover that the girls are here (which, however, is fortunately almost impossible), in his rage at seeing them removed from his impious influence, he would be capable of anything.Therefore let me entreat you, my dear mother, to redouble your precautions, that no one may effect an entrance by night.This quarter of the town is so deserted!"
"Be satisfied, my dear daughter; we are sufficiently guarded.Our porter and gardeners, all well armed, make a round every night on the side of the Boulevard de l'Hopital.The walls are high, and furnished with spikes at the more accessible places.But I thank you, my dear daughter, for having warned me.We will redouble our precautions."
"Particularly this night, my dear mother."
"Why so?"
"Because if this infernal soldier has the audacity to attempt such a thing, it will be this very night."
"How do you know, my dear daughter?"
"We have information which makes us certain of it," replied the princess, with a slight embarrassment, which did not escape the notice of the Superior, though she was too crafty and reserved to appear to see it;
only she suspected that many things were concealed from her.
"This night, then," resumed Mother Sainte-Perpetue, "we will be more than ever on our guard.But as I have the pleasure of seeing you, my dear daughter, I will take the opportunity to say a word or two on the subject of that marriage we mentioned."
"Yes, my dear mother," said the princess, hastily, "for it is very important.The young Baron de Brisville is a man full of ardent devotion in these times of revolutionary impiety; he practises openly, and is able to render us great services.He is listened to in the Chamber, and does not want for a sort of aggressive and provoking eloquence; I know not any one whose tone is more insolent with regard to his faith, and the plan is a good one, for this cavalier and open manner of speaking of sacred things raises and excites the curiosity of the indifferent.