is morning?"

"Not very well, Father Pifferi."

"Your Holiness was disturbed by the interview in the Sacristy. But you
should think no more about it. In any case, what the Minister proposed
was impossible, therefore you must dismiss it from your mind. To ask a
wife to reveal the secrets of her husband would be tyranny worse than
the rack. Besides, it would be uncanonical, and your Holiness could
never consider it."

"How so?"

"Didn't your Holiness promise that whatever the nature of this poor
lady's confidence you would hold it as sacred as the confessional?"

"Well?"

"What is the confessional, your Holiness? It is a tribunal in which the
priest is judge and the penitent a prisoner who pleads guilty. Is the
priest to call witnesses to prove other crimes? He has no right and no
power to do so."

"But where the penitent wittingly or unwittingly is in the position of
an accomplice, what then, Father Pifferi?"

"Even then it is expressly forbidden to demand the names of others upon
the plea of preventing evil. How can you hold this lady's confidence as
sacred and yet ask her to denounce her husband?"

The Pope rose with a face full of pain, walked to the bookcase, and
took down a book. "Listen, Father," he said, and he began to read:--

"_If the penitent was obliged under pain of mortal sin to reveal his
accomplices to repair a common injury, I have maintained against other
theologians that even then the confessor cannot oblige him to do so._"

"There!" cried the Capuchin. "What did I say? Gaume is wise, and the
other theologians, who are they?"

"_Only_," continued the Pope, turning a page and holding up one finger,
"_he can and must oblige him to make known his accomplices to other
persons who can arrest the scandal._"

The Capuchin took a long breath. "Is that what the Holy Father intends
to do in this instance?"

"He _can_ and _must_."

The Capuchin dropped his head, and there was a long pause, in which the
Pope walked nervously about the room.

"Poor child!" said the Capuchin. "But perhaps her heart has been too
much set on human love."

The Pope sighed.

"Yet who are we, whose hearts are closed to earthly affection, to
prescribe a limit to human love?"

"Who indeed?" said the Pope.

"Do you recall her resemblance to any one, your Holiness?"

The Pope stopped in his walk and looked towards the curtained window.

"The same soft voice and radiant smile, the same attitude of idolatry
toward