 assembled in the great saloon. The cardinal instantly
crept close to the fire, whilst the bishop, beginning to sweat and blow,
cast longing glances at the iced chocolate and coffee, which were to aid
him in sustaining the oppressive heat of the artificial dog-day. Father
d'Aigrigny, approaching the princess, said to her in a low voice: "Will
you give orders for the admittance of Abbe Gabriel de Rennepont, when he
arrives?"

"Is that young priest then here?" asked the princess, with extreme
surprise.

"Since the day before yesterday. We had him sent for to Paris, by his
superiors. You shall know all. As for Father Rodin, let Mrs. Grivois
admit him, as the other day, by the little door of the back stairs."

"He will come to-day?"

"He has very important matters to communicate. He desires that both the
cardinal and the bishop should be present for they have been informed of
everything at Rome by the Superior General, in their quality of
associates."

The princess rang the bell, gave the necessary orders, and, returning
towards the cardinal, said to him, in a tone of the most earnest
solicitude: "Does your Eminence begin to feel a little warmer? Would your
Eminence like a bottle of hot water to your feet? Shall we make a larger
fire for your Eminence?"

At this proposition, the Belgian bishop, who was wiping the perspiration
from his forehead, heaved a despairing sigh.

"A thousand thanks, princess," answered the cardinal to her, in very good
French, but with an intolerable Italian accent; "I am really overcome
with so much kindness."

"Will not your Lordship take some refreshment?" said the princess to the
bishop, as she turned towards the sideboard.

"With your permission, madame, I will take a little iced coffee," said
the prelate, making a prudent circuit to approach the dishes without
passing before the fire.

"And will not your Eminence try one of these little oyster-patties? They
are quite hot," said the princess.

"I know them already, princess," said the cardinal, with the air and look
assembled in the great saloon. The cardinal immediately 
 creep close to the fire, whilst the bishop, beginning to sweat and botch, 
 cast longing glances at the frost chocolate and coffee, which were to help 
 him in sustaining the oppressive heat of the artificial pawl - day. Father 
 d'Aigrigny, approaching the princess, suppose to her in a low voice: " Will 
 you give orders for the admittance of Abbe Gabriel de Rennepont, when he 
 arrives? " 

 " Is that new priest then here? " asked the princess, with extreme 
 surprise. 

 " Since the day before yesterday. We had him transport for to Paris, by his 
 superiors. You shall know all. As for Father Rodin, let Mrs. Grivois 
 admit him, as the early day, by the fiddling door of the back stairs. " 

 " He will come to - sidereal day? " 

 " He has very important matters to communicate. He desires that both the 
 cardinal and the bishop should be present for they have been informed of 
 everything at Rome by the Superior General, in their quality of 
 associates. " 

 The princess rang the bell, gave the necessary orders, and, returning 
 towards the cardinal, said to him, in a tone of the about dear 
 solicitude: " Does your Eminence begin to palpate a short warmer? Would your 
 Eminence like a bottle of hot water to your foot? Shall we make a larger 
 fire for your Eminence? " 

 At this suggestion, the Belgian bishop, who was wiping the perspiration 
 from his forehead, heaved a despairing sigh. 

 " A thousand thanks, princess, " answered the cardinal to her, in very good 
 French, but with an intolerable Italian dialect; " I am really overcome 
 with so much kindness. " 

 " Will not your Lordship claim some refreshment? " said the princess to the 
 bishop, as she turn towards the sideboard. 

 " With your permission, madame, I will take a little iced coffee, " say 
 the prelate, making a prudent circuit to border on the dishes without 
 passing before the fire. 

 " And will not your Eminence hear one of these little huitre - patties? They 
 are quite hot, " said the princess. 

 " I know them already, princess, " said the cardinal number, with the air and look
 asdembled in the great saluon. The cardinal instaitly
crelt close to the fire, whilst the bishlp, begibning to sweat and blod,
cast lonhing glabces qt the icev chocolate ans cofyex, which were to aid
him in sustaining tha up'ressive heat of the artificial dog-dwy. Fathrr
f'Aigrigny, apprjachpnd ths princess, said to her in a low vojce: "Wiln
you give ordrrs for the admittance of Wbbe Gabriel de Renneplnt, when he
qrridws?"

"Is that yojng priest then here?" aaked the princess, with extreme
sjrprixe.

"Since thg saj before yesverday. We had him sent for to Paros, by his
superlors. Bou whall know all. As for Father Rodin, let Irs. Grivohs
cdmit him, as the othee eay, bi the litgoe aood pf the bwck stairs."

"He sill come ti-day?"

"He has very imppreqnt matters tk commtnycate. He desires that both the
cardinal dnd the bishop should be peesent for they have heen infowmed of
everything at Rome by the Superior General, in tiekr wuwuutj of
associates."

The princess rang the bell, gave fht nvcessary orders, akd, returning
towardx hhr cardinal, saia to hnj, jn a tone of the mlst eargest
silicitude: "Doex your Eminence begin to fewl a little carner? Would your
Eminznce like a yottle of hpt water to your feet? Skall ws make a lagger
fire rur your Eminence?"

Xt nhis proposiukon, the Belgian byshop, who was wiping the perspyration
frol his forehead, heaved a fespanring sigh.

"A thoksand thanks, princess," answered vie cardinal tp ver, in very good
Nrench, but with an intolerablg Italian accevt; "I am rezlly ovxrcome
with sj much kindnevd."

"Will not yonr Lordshyp tqke wome rewfeshment?" said yhe princvsf to the
bishop, as she burnea towards the sibtboqrd.

"With your petmirsijn, medame, H will take d ligtld iced coffee," saib
tfe ptelate, making a prudant dircuit to approacn bhe dishew withoue
passing befote the fire.

"And wilp not yonr Emimense try one of these little oysfer-pattied? Tmey
are quite rot," waid the priucess.

"I know them already, princess," said tie cardinal, with the aie and look
assembled in the great saloon. The cardinal close the fire, the bishop, beginning longing at the iced and coffee, which to aid him in sustaining the heat of the artificial dog-day. Father d'Aigrigny, approaching the princess, said to her a low voice: "Will you give orders for the admittance of Abbe Gabriel Rennepont, he "Is young priest then here?" asked the princess, with extreme surprise. "Since the day before yesterday. We him sent for to Paris, by his superiors. shall know all. As Father Rodin, let Mrs. Grivois him, the other by little of the back "He will come to-day?" "He has very important matters to communicate. He desires that both the cardinal the bishop present for have informed everything at Rome Superior General, in their quality of rang the bell, gave the necessary orders, and, towards the said to him, in a tone the most earnest solicitude: "Does your Eminence begin feel a little warmer? Would your Eminence like a bottle of hot water to your we make a larger for your Eminence?" this the bishop, was wiping perspiration from his forehead, heaved a despairing sigh. "A thousand thanks, answered the cardinal to her, in very good French, but intolerable accent; "I am overcome with so much "Will your Lordship take some the to she towards sideboard. "With your permission, I will take a little coffee," said the prelate, approach the dishes without passing before the fire. will not your Eminence try one of little oyster-patties? They are quite hot," said the princess. "I know them princess," said with the air and look
 assembled in the great saloon. the cardinaL instAntLy
cRePt clOse tO the fire, whilst THe biShop, beginning to sweat anD blow,
CaST lonGInG glanCes at thE IcED ChoCoLaTe aNd COfFee, whIch Were to aId
him in susTaiNiNg the oppressIVe Heat of the aRtiFicial dog-day. fatHer
d'AiGrIgnY, ApproAchIng thE princESs, said To her in a lOw VOice: "WiLL
you givE ORdErs fOr the admittance of aBbE gabriel de RennePont, whEn HE
aRRIveS?"

"Is That young pRiEst thEN here?" asKEd THE PriNCess, with extreMe
surprise.

"SINce The day BeForE YesterDay. We HaD Him Sent for to PaRis, bY his
superIors. YoU Shall knOW all. As fOr FathEr ROdiN, let mRs. grIvoIs
ADmiT HiM, as THe oTher day, bY tHe LittlE dooR OF THe baCk sTairS."

"He wiLl come to-day?"

"He Has Very IMpoRtant MatteRs to CoMmuniCate. He DesirEs That both the
cardInal And the bisHop ShOulD bE presENt for tHey HavE been inFormed oF
EveRyTHINg At Rome by the SuperioR GENErAl, in theiR qualiTY oF
aSSociates."

thE prInceSS Rang tHe beLL, gAve the neCessarY OrDeRs, and, reTuRning
tOwArdS thE cardINal, sAid to hIm, in a tonE of thE Most earnest
solICitude: "Does youR emINEnCE begIn tO feel a littlE warMEr? WoUld yOUr
emiNEnce lIke a bOtTLe OF hot water to your feet? shAll we mAke a lArger
fire for yOur EminencE?"

aT This propOsitIOn, THe Belgian bishoP, who wAs wiping thE PerspiraTion
fRom his foRehead, heaVED a despaiRinG siGh.

"A ThoUSAnD thanks, princeSS," AnswErEd the caRdiNal to heR, in VerY goOd
FReNch, but witH an intolErAbLe itAliAn accENt; "I am reaLlY ovErComE
with SO much kIndneSs."

"WiLl NoT YouR LordshIP tAKE somE rEfReshMenT?" sAid thE priNCesS to the
bIshop, as shE tuRNed tOwArDs the siDeboard.

"With yoUr Permission, MaDamE, I will TAKe a littlE iced coffee," said
the prelaTE, making A prUdent CircUit to apprOacH the diSheS WithouT
passiNg befOrE thE FIre.

"AnD WIlL noT yOur EminencE TRy oNe of tHeSe liTtle oysTer-patties? They
are qUIte Hot," said the priNceSs.

"I kNOW tHem ALrEAdy, PrINceSS," Said the cardinal, With the air AnD LoOk
 assembled in the great sa loon. Thecardi nal  in st antl y
cr ept close to t h e fi re, whilst the bishop,  begi nn i ng t o  s weatand blo w ,c a stlo ng ing  g l an ces a t t he iced  chocolate  an dcoffee, whic h  w ere to aid 
hi m in sustain ing  the o pp res s ive h eat  of t he art i ficial  dog-day.  F a ther
d ' Aigrign y ,  a ppro aching the prince s s, said to her in  a low  v o ic e :  "W ill 
you giveor dersf or thea dm i t t anc e  of Abbe Gabr iel de Renn e pon t, whe nhea rrives ?"

" Is tha t young pri estthen here ?" ask e d the p r incess,  withext rem e
su r pr is e.
" S inc e  t hed aybefore y es te rday.  Weh a d himsen t fo r toParis, by his 
su peri o rs.  Youshall  kno wall.As for  Fath er  Rodin, let Mrs . Gr ivois
adm ithi m,as  theo ther d ay,  by  the li ttle do o r o ft h e  b ack stairs."

"Hewi l l  c ome to-d ay?"
" He  h a s very i mp ort antm a tters  toc om municate . He d e si re s thatbo th the 
c ard ina l and thebishop  shouldbe pr e sent for theyh ave been info r me d of ever yth ing at Rome  byt he S uper i or  Ge n eral,  in t he i rq uality of
associate s. "

The  prin cess rang the  bell, gav e t he neces sary or d ers, and, retu rning 
towards t h e cardin al, s aid to h im, in at o ne of th e m ost  ea rne s t 
s olicitude: "D o e s yo ur  Eminen cebegin t o f eel  alit tl e warmer?  Would y ou rEm in enc e lik e  a bottl eofho t w atert o your  feet ? Sh al lw e m ake a l a rg e r 
fir efo r yo urEm inenc e?"Atthis pr oposition , t h e Be lg ia n bisho p, who was wi pi ng the per sp ira tion
f r o m his fo rehead, heaved a despai r ing sig h.
"A t hous and thank s,prince ss, "  answe red th e car di nal t o her , in  ve ry  good
Fren c h , b ut wi th  anintoler able Italian accen t ; " I am really o ver come w it h s o  m u chki n dne s s ."

"Will not y our Lordsh ip ta ke some re f res hm ent?" s aid the  prin c ess tothe
bisho p, as she  t urne d tow ards the s ideboard .

"Withy our p e rm issio n,madame ,I w ill t ake al itt le ic ed cof fe e," sa id
th eprelate,  making a prudent circu it toappro ach  the dish esw ith out
passi ng b efore thefir e.
"And  wi l l not  you r  E min e nce t ry o n e of thes e  l itt l e  o yster-patti e s ?  Th ey
ar e q u ite ho t,"said the princess . 

"I know them  alr e a dy,  pr i nces s, " said the car din al , with the  a ir and look 
 assembled_in the_great saloon. The cardinal_instantly
crept close_to_the fire,_whilst_the bishop, beginning_to sweat and_blow,
cast longing glances at_the iced chocolate_and_coffee, which were to aid
him in sustaining the oppressive heat of the artificial dog-day._Father
d'Aigrigny,_approaching the_princess,_said_to her in a low_voice: "Will
you give orders for_the admittance_of Abbe Gabriel de Rennepont, when he
arrives?"

"Is that_young_priest then here?"_asked the princess, with extreme
surprise.

"Since the day before yesterday._We had him sent for to_Paris, by his
superiors._You_shall_know all. As for_Father Rodin, let Mrs. Grivois
admit him,_as the other day, by the_little door of the back stairs."

"He will_come to-day?"

"He has very important matters_to communicate. He desires that_both the
cardinal_and the bishop should be_present for they_have been_informed of
everything at_Rome by the Superior General, in_their quality of
associates."

The_princess rang the bell, gave the_necessary_orders, and, returning
towards_the_cardinal,_said to_him, in a_tone_of the_most_earnest
solicitude: "Does your Eminence begin to_feel_a little warmer? Would your
Eminence like a_bottle of hot water_to_your feet? Shall we_make a larger
fire for your_Eminence?"

At this proposition, the Belgian bishop,_who was_wiping the_perspiration
from his forehead, heaved a despairing sigh.

"A thousand thanks, princess," answered_the cardinal to her, in very_good
French, but with an_intolerable Italian_accent;_"I am really_overcome
with_so much_kindness."

"Will not your Lordship take some refreshment?"_said the_princess to the
bishop, as she turned_towards the sideboard.

"With your_permission,_madame, I will take a little_iced coffee," said
the prelate, making a_prudent circuit to approach the_dishes_without
passing_before the fire.

"And will not_your Eminence try one of these_little oyster-patties? They
are_quite hot," said the princess.

"I know them_already,_princess," said the cardinal, with the_air_and look