d Mariana; "he, at
least, is an open enemy, and, who knows, may one day be reconciled,
being at heart a good, fightful, eat-drink-and-be-merry pagan--indeed,
Raphael Llorient of Collioure, very much of your own religion, save that
where he would wield a battle-axe you would drive a dagger, save that he
makes love where you would make money, and he trolls a catch where you
whisper a pass-word. But as to the advice--well, put your case. The
night is young before us, and this wine of Burgundy, like myself--old,
old, old!"

"My father," said Raphael, "just now you spoke of money. It is true I
seek it--but to spend, not to hoard. Too often I hazard it on the turn
of a dice-cube. I lose it. Money will not stay with me, neither the
golden discs, nor the value of them. This trick of gaming I have
inherited from my grandfather. Only he had the good sense to die before
he had spent all his heritance. His sons, being given rather to
sword-play and the war-game, died before him. To all appearance I was
sole heir, and so for long I considered myself. But when my
grandfather's will was found, half only was left to me--the other half
to his only daughter Colette and to her children. The will is in the
provincial archives at Perpignan. He had placed it there himself. A copy
is in the registry of the bishop at Elne. Yet another copy was sent to
the Huguenot whom my aunt Colette married."

"Ah," said the Jesuit, narrowing his eyes in deep thought, "and this
heretic--has he never claimed the inheritance?"

"He is dead, they say--was killed in Paris, on the day of the
Barricades. Yet he received the paper, and now his daughter has come to
Collioure, and is abiding at the house of La Masane with the family
there--emigrants from Provence--one of whom, by some trick of cunning or
aptitude for flattery, has become a professor at the Sorbonne--Doctor
Anatole Long, he styles himself."

"Ah," said the Jesuit, in a changed, caressing voice, "a learned man; he
has written well upon the eloquence of Greece and Rome as applied to the
purposes of the Church. I myself have ordered a translation of his
books to be made for the use of our schools at Toledo. And yet--I heard
something concerning him read from the Gazette of the Order at our last
council meeting. Had he not to flee, because he alone of the Senatus
withstood the Holy League?"

Raphael nodded slightly. The quarrels of philosophers were nothing to
him.

"Aye, and brought my cousin Cla