e of the Cordeliers ample room and space for your mother--as well as
for your brother, who can don our robe for once in a way. My friends
here will doubtless make the matter easier for those of your party
continuing their way to the north. Nay, do not thank me. I shall expect
much joy from the acquaintance of so learned a man as your brother,
though (as I have heard) he mingles too much earthly learning with the
pure doctrine of Saint Thomas Aquinas!"

The Archbishop Doria and his successor in the see of Elne, Bishop
Onuphre, looked at each other, one taking the other's mind.

"It is perhaps as good a solution as any," said the former meditatively;
"however, I judge that you, Don Jorge, had better remain at your post. I
see not wherein even the Holy Office can find matter against you. It is
a pity that I have no control over its working. The King thinks little
of the regular clergy" (at this the little Cordelier laughed). "So that
My Lord Cardinal Archbishop of Toledo, Primate of all Spain, is in the
power of the meanest familiar of the Inquisition who may choose to
lodge an information against him. Nevertheless, I possess something of
the Secular Arm in this province, being for the moment Viceroy of the
King. So that, I judge it will be as well--nay, more, it will look
well--that you should go about your ordinary business, sending on your
party with all speed to the frontier. I will give them a protection
under my own hand and seal."

So by this fortunate intervention of the great Doria, Viceroy and
Archbishop, our Claire's path was smoothed France-wards, and Madame
Amelie rested securely in the newly-built annex of the Convent of the
Cordeliers. As to the Professor, her son, he battled daily with Doctor
Ange concerning the opinions of the Angelical Doctor--grace free and
grace conditional, Arianism and Supra-lapsarianism, till Ange de Pas,
who had friends all over the world, produced as a peace-offering the
leaves of a certain curious plant, newly brought from the Western
Indies, the smoke of which, being drunk through a tube and slowly
expelled with the breath, proved a famous composer of quarrels. The
plant was called, he said, nicotiana, but was so rare and expensive
that, had he not had a friend Commander-in-chief of the forces in New
Spain, their philosophic differences might have gone on for ever.

As for the Abbe John, no one knew what had become of him--except, that
is, the Miller-Alcalde Jean-Marie, and he