Edith Wharton: Complete Works. Edith Wharton

mental housewifery which kept her world perpetually smiling and immaculate. Gamba at least fed his convictions on facts. If his outlook was narrow it was direct: no roseate medium of fancy was interposed between his vision and the truth.

      He stood listening thoughtfully while Odo poured forth his doubts.

      “Your Highness may well hesitate,” he said at last. “There are always more good reasons against a new state of things than for it. I am not surprised that Count Trescorre appears to have withdrawn his opposition. I believe he now honestly wishes your Highness to proclaim the constitution.”

      Odo looked up in surprise. “You do not mean that he has come to believe in it?”

      Gamba smiled. “Probably not in your Highness’s sense; but he may have found a use of his own for it.”

      “What do you mean?” Odo asked.

      “If he does not believe it will benefit the state he may think it will injure your Highness.”

      “Ah—” said the Duke slowly.

      There was a pause, during which he was possessed by the same shuddering reluctance to fix his mind on the facts before him as when he had questioned the hunchback about Momola’s death. He longed to cast the whole business aside, to be up and away from it, drawing breath in a new world where every air was not tainted with corruption. He raised his head with an effort.

      “You think, then, that the liberals are secretly acting against me in this matter?”

      “I am persuaded of it, your Highness.”

      Odo hesitated. “You have always told me,” he began again, “that the love of dominion was your brother’s ruling passion. If he really believes this movement will be popular with the people, why should he secretly oppose it, instead of making the most of his own share in it as the minister of a popular sovereign?”

      “For several reasons,” Gamba answered promptly. “In the first place, the reforms your Highness has introduced are not of his own choosing, and Trescorre has little sympathy with any policy he has not dictated. In the second place, the powers and opportunities of a constitutional minister are too restricted to satisfy his appetite for rule; and thirdly—” he paused a moment, as though doubtful how his words would be received—“I suspect Trescorre of having a private score against your Highness, which he would be glad to pay off publicly.”

      Odo fell silent, yielding himself to a fresh current of thought.

      “I know not what score he may have against me,” he said at length; “but what injures me must injure the state, and if Trescorre has any such motive for withdrawing his opposition, it must be because he believes the constitution will defeat its own ends.”

      “He does believe that, assuredly; but he is not the only one of your Highness’s ministers that would ruin the state on the chance of finding an opportunity among the ruins.”

      “That is as it may be,” said Odo with a touch of weariness. “I have seen enough of human ambition to learn how limited and unimaginative a passion it is. If it saw farther I should fear it more. But if it is short-sighted it sees clearly at close range; and the motive you ascribe to Trescorre would imply that he believes the constitution will be a failure.”

      “Without doubt, your Highness. I am convinced that your ministers have done all they could to prevent the proclamation of the charter, and failing that, to thwart its workings if it be proclaimed. In this they have gone hand in hand with the clergy, and their measures have been well taken. But I do not believe that any state of mind produced by external influences can long withstand the natural drift of opinion; and your Highness may be sure that, though the talkers and writers are mostly against you in this matter, the mass of the people are with you.”

      Odo answered with a despairing gesture. “How can I be sure, when the people have no means of expressing their needs? It is like trying to guess the wants of a deaf and dumb man!”

      The hunchback flushed suddenly. “The people will not always be deaf and dumb,” he said. “Some day they will speak.”

      “Not in my day,” said Odo wearily. “And meanwhile we blunder on without ever really knowing what incalculable instincts and prejudices are pitted against us. You and your party tell me the people are sick of the burdens the clergy lay on them—yet their blind devotion to the Church is manifest at every turn, and it did not need the business of the Virgin’s crown to show me how little reason and justice can avail against such influences.”

      Gamba replied by an impatient gesture. “As to the Virgin’s crown,” he said, “your Highness must have guessed it was one of the friars’ tricks: a last expedient to turn the people against you. I was not bred up by a priest for nothing; I know what past masters those gentry are in raising ghosts and reading portents. They know the minds of the poor folk as the herdsman knows the habits of his cattle; and for generations they have used that knowledge to bring the people more completely under their control.”

      “And what have we to oppose to such a power?” Odo exclaimed. “We are fighting the battle of ideas against passions, of reflection against instinct; and you have but to look in the human heart to guess which side will win in such a struggle. We have science and truth and common-sense with us, you say—yes, but the Church has love and fear and tradition, and the solidarity of nigh two thousand years of dominion.”

      Gamba listened in respectful silence; then he replied with a faint smile: “All that your Highness says is true; but I beg leave to relate to your Highness a tale which I read lately in an old book of your library. According to this story it appears that when the early Christians of Alexandria set out to destroy the pagan idols in the temples they were seized with great dread at sight of the goddess Serapis; for even those that did not believe in the old gods feared them, and none dared raise a hand against the sacred image. But suddenly a soldier who was bolder than the rest flung his battle-axe at the figure—and when it broke in pieces, there rushed out nothing worse than a great company of rats.”..

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      The Duke had promised to visit Fulvia that evening. For several days his state of indecision had made him find pretexts for avoiding her; but now that the charter was signed and he had ordered its proclamation, he craved the contact of her unwavering faith.

      He found her alone in the dusk of the convent parlor; but he had hardly crossed the threshold before he was aware of an indefinable change in his surroundings. She advanced with an impulsiveness out of harmony with the usual tranquillity of their meetings, and he felt her hand tremble and burn in his. In the twilight it seemed to him that her very dress had a warmer rustle and glimmer, that there emanated from her glance and movements some heady fragrance of a long-past summer. He smiled to think that this phantom coquetry should have risen at the summons of an academic degree; but some deeper sense in him was stirred as by a vision of waste riches adrift on the dim seas of chance.

      For a moment she sat silent, as in the days when they had been too near each other for many words; and there was something indescribably soothing in this dreamlike return to the past. It was he who roused himself first.

      “How young you look!” he said, giving involuntarily utterance to his thought.

      “Do I?” she answered gaily. “I am glad of that, for I feel extraordinarily young to-night. Perhaps it is because I have been thinking a great deal of the old days—of Venice and Turin—and of the highroad to Vercelli, for instance.” She glanced at him with a smile.

      “Do you know,” she went on, moving to a seat at his side, and laying a hand on the arm of his chair, “that there is one secret of mine you have never guessed in all these years?”

      Odo returned her smile. “What is it, I wonder?” he said.

      She fixed him with bright bantering eyes. “I knew why you deserted us at Vercelli.” He uttered an exclamation, but she lifted a hand to his lips. “Ah, how angry I was then—but why be angry now? It all happened so long ago; and