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like Mr. Giles love reading the advertisements. Or stop, give him this, his eminence's lecture on geology; it will show him the Church has no fear of science. Ah! there's my bell; Mr. Giles will not have to wait long." So saying, the gentleman put down his volume and disappeared, through an antechamber, into a farther apartment.
It was a library, of moderate dimensions, and yet its well-filled shelves contained all the weapons of learning and controversy which the deepest and the most active of ecclesiastical champions could require. It was unlike modern libraries, for it was one in which folios greatly predominated; and they stood in solemn and sometimes magnificent array, for they bore, many of them, on their ancient though costly bindings, the proofs that they had belonged to many a prince and even sovereign of the Church. Over the mantel-piece hung a portrait of his holiness Pius IX., and on the table, in the midst of many papers, was an ivory crucifix.
The master of the library had risen from his seat when the chief secretary entered, and was receiving an obeisance. Above the middle height, his stature seemed magnified by the attenuation of his form. It seemed that the soul never had so frail and fragile a tenement. He was dressed in a dark cassock with a red border, and wore scarlet stockings; and over his cassock a purple tippet, and on his breast a small golden cross. His countenance was naturally of an extreme pallor, though at this moment slightly flushed with the animation of a deeply-interesting conference. His cheeks were hollow, and his gray eyes seemed sunk into his clear and noble brow, but they flashed with irresistible penetration. Such was Cardinal Grandison.
"All that I can do is," said his eminence, when his visitor was, ushered out, and slightly shrugging his shoulders, "is to get it postponed until I go to Rome, and even then I must not delay my visit. This crossing the Alps in winter is a trial -- but we must never repine; and there is nothing which we must not encounter to prevent incalculable mischief. The publication of the Scotch hierarchy at this moment will destroy the labors of years. And yet they will not see it! I cannot conceive who is urging them, for I am sure they must have some authority from home. -- You have something for me, Chidioch," he added inquiringly, for his keen eye caught the card.
"I regret to trouble your eminence when you need repose, but the bearer of this card seems to have been importunate, and to have appealed to, your name and personal orders;" and he gave the cardinal the card.
"Yes," said the cardinal, looking at the card with much interest; "this is a person I must always see."
And so, in due course, they ushered into the library a gentleman with a crimson and well-stuffed bag, of a composed yet cheerful .aspect, who addressed the cardinal with respect but without embarrassment, saying, "I am ashamed to trouble your eminence with only matters of form -- absolutely mere matters of form; but I obey, Sir, your own instructions."
"It is not for me to depreciate form," replied the cardinal; "and in business there are no mere matters of form."
"Merely the wood accounts," continued the visitor; "they must be approved by both the guardians or the money cannot be received by the bankers. Your eminence, you see, has sanctioned the felling, and authorized the sales, and these are the final accounts, which must be signed before we pay in."
"Give them to me," said the cardinal, stretching out both his hands as he received a mass of paper folios. His eminence resumed his chair, and hastily examined the sheets. "Ah!" he said, "no ordinary felling -- it reaches, over seven counties. By-the-by, Bracewood Forest -- what about the enclosure? I have heard no more of it." Then, murmuring to himself -- "Grentham Wood -- how well I remember Grentham Wood, with his dear father!"
"If we could sign today," said the visitor in a tone of professional cajolery; "time is important."
"And if shall not be wasted," replied the cardinal. "But I must look over the accounts. I doubt not all is quite regular, but I wish to make myself a little familiar with the scene of action; perhaps to recall the past," he added. "You shall have them to-morrow, Mr. Giles."
"Your eminence will have very different accounts to settle in a short time," said Mr. Giles, smiling. "We are hard at work; it takes three of our clerks constantly occupied."
"But you have yet got time."
"I don't know that," said Mr. Giles. "The affairs are very large. And the mines -- they give us the greatest trouble. Our Mr. James Roundell was two months in Wales last year about them.