Part 33 (1/2)
”I have nothing more to say,” rejoined Luca, sulkily.
”Then you can listen to me, brother, with the greater attention,”
pursued the priest. ”I objected to the coa.r.s.eness of your tone in talking of our young pupil and your daughter; I object still more strongly to your insinuation that my desire to see them married (provided always that they are sincerely attached to each other) springs from a mercenary motive.”
”You are trying to snare me, Rocco, in a mesh of fine phrases; but I am not to be caught. I know what my own motive is for hoping that Maddalena may get an offer of marriage from this wealthy young gentleman--she will have his money, and we shall all profit by it. That is coa.r.s.e and mercenary, if you please; but it is the true reason why I want to see Maddalena married to Fabio. You want to see it, too--and for what reason, I should like to know, if not for mine?”
”Of what use would wealthy relations be to me? What are people with money--what is money itself--to a man who follows my calling?”
”Money is something to everybody.”
”Is it? When have you found that I have taken any account of it? Give me money enough to buy my daily bread, and to pay for my lodging and my coa.r.s.e ca.s.sock, and though I may want much for the poor, for myself I want no more. Then have you found me mercenary? Do I not help you in this studio, for love of you and of the art, without exacting so much as journeyman's wages? Have I ever asked you for more than a few crowns to give away on feast-days among my paris.h.i.+oners? Money! money for a man who may be summoned to Rome to-morrow, who may be told to go at half an hour's notice on a foreign mission that may take him to the ends of the earth, and who would be ready to go the moment when he was called on!
Money to a man who has no wife, no children, no interests outside the sacred circle of the Church! Brother, do you see the dust and dirt and shapeless marble chips lying around your statue there? Cover that floor instead with gold, and, though the litter may have changed in color and form, in my eyes it would be litter still.”
”A very n.o.ble sentiment, I dare say, Rocco, but I can't echo it.
Granting that you care nothing for money, will you explain to me why you are so anxious that Maddalena should marry Fabio? She has had offers from poorer men--you knew of them--but you have never taken the least interest in her accepting or rejecting a proposal before.”
”I hinted the reason to you, months ago, when Fabio first entered the studio.”
”It was rather a vague hint, brother; can't you be plainer to-day?”
”I think I can. In the first place, let me begin by a.s.suring you that I have no objection to the young man himself. He may be a little capricious and undecided, but he has no incorrigible faults that I have discovered.”
”That is rather a cool way of praising him, Rocco.”
”I should speak of him warmly enough, if he were not the representative of an intolerable corruption, and a monstrous wrong. Whenever I think of him I think of an injury which his present existence perpetuates; and if I do speak of him coldly, it is only for that reason.”
Luca looked away quickly from his brother, and began kicking absently at the marble chips which were scattered over the floor around him.
”I now remember,” he said, ”what that hint of yours pointed at. I know what you mean.”
”Then you know,” answered the priest, ”that while part of the wealth which Fabio d'Ascoli possesses is honestly and incontestably his own; part, also, has been inherited by him from the spoilers and robbers of the Church--”
”Blame his ancestors for that; don't blame him.”
”I blame him as long as the spoil is not restored.”
”How do you know that it was spoil, after all?”
”I have examined more carefully than most men the records of the civil wars in Italy; and I know that the ancestors of Fabio d'Ascoli wrung from the Church, in her hour of weakness, property which they dared to claim as their right. I know of t.i.tles to lands signed away, in those stormy times, under the influence of fear, or through false representations of which the law takes no account. I call the money thus obtained spoil, and I say that it ought to be restored, and shall be restored, to the Church from which it was taken.”
”And what does Fabio answer to that, brother?”
”I have not spoken to him on the subject.”
”Why not?”
”Because I have, as yet, no influence over him. When he is married, his wife will have influence over him, and she shall speak.”