Part 31 (2/2)
”Yes; one with Cardinal Spada, the other with the Abbe Tardieu. I have spoken to them both about you.”
”Splendid! What kind of people are they?”
”Cardinal Spada is a very intelligent man and a very amiable one. At heart he is a Liberal and fond of the French. As to the Abbe Tardieu, he is a very influential priest at the church of San Luigi.”
After lunch they went direct to a solitary street in the old part of Rome. At the door of the big, sad palace where Cardinal Spada lived, a porter with a c.o.c.ked hat, a grey greatcoat, and a staff with a silver k.n.o.b, was watching the few pa.s.sers-by.
They went in by the broad entry-way, as far as a dark colonnaded court, paved with big flags which had gra.s.s between them.
In the middle of the court a fountain shot up a little way and fell into a stone basin covered with moss.
Kennedy and Caesar mounted the wide monumental stairway; on the first floor a handsome gla.s.sed-in gallery ran around the court. The whole house had an air of solemnity and sadness. They entered the Cardinal's office, which was a large, sad, severe room.
Monsignor Spada was a vigorous man, despite his age. He looked frank and intelligent, but one guessed that there was a hidden bitterness and desolation in him. He wore a black ca.s.sock with red edges and b.u.t.tons.
Kennedy went close and was about to kneel to the Cardinal, but he prevented him.
Caesar explained his ideas to the Cardinal with modesty. He felt that this man was worthy of all his respect.
Monsignor Spada listened attentively, and then said that he understood nothing about financial matters, but that on principle he was in favour of having the administration of all the Church's property kept entirely at home, as in the time of Pius IX. Leo XIII had preferred to replace this paternal method by a trained bureaucracy, but the Church had not gained anything by it, and they had lost credit through unfortunate negotiations, buying land and taking mortgages.
Caesar realized that it was useless to attempt to convince a man of the intelligence and austerity of the Cardinal, and he listened to him respectfully.
Monsignor Spada conversed amiably, he escorted them as far as the door, and shook hands when they said good-bye.
THE ABBe TARDIEU
Then they went to see the Abbe Tardieu. The abbe lived in the Piazza.
Navona. His office, furnished in modern style, produced the effect of a violent contrast with Cardinal Spada's sumptuous study, and yet brought it to mind. The Abbe Tardieu's work-room was small, worldly, full of books and photographs.
The abbe, a tall young man, thin, with a rosy face, a long nose, and a mouth almost from ear to ear, had the air of an astute but jolly person, and laughed at everything said to him. He was liveliness personified.
When they entered his office he was writing and smoking.
Caesar explained about his financial knowledge, and how he had gone on acquiring it, until he got to the point where he could discern a law, a system, in things where others saw nothing more than chance. The Abbe Tardieu promised that if he knew a way to utilize Caesar's knowledge, he would send him word. In respect to giving him letters of introduction to influential persons in Spain, he had no objection.
They took leave of the abbe.
”All this has to go slowly,” said Kennedy.
”Of course. One cannot insist that it should happen all at once.”
_BERNINI_
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