iety with its own weapons."

Conquered, as well as the others, by Rodin's diabolical assurance, and
brought back to a kind of fearful admiration, Father d'Aigrigny said to
him: "I confess I was wrong in doubting the judgment of your reverence.
Deceived by the appearance of the means employed, I could not judge of
their connection, and above all, of their results. I now see, that,
thanks to you, success is no longer doubtful."

"This is an exaggeration," replied Rodin, with feverish impatience; "all
these passions are at work, but the moment is critical. As the alchemist
bends over the crucible, which may give him either treasures or sudden
death--I alone at this moment--"

Rodin did not finish the sentence. He pressed both his hands to his
forehead, with a stifled cry of pain.

"What is the matter?" said Father d'Aigrigny. "For some moments you have
been growing fearfully pale."

"I do not know 'what is the matter," said Rodin, in an altered voice; "my
headache increases--I am seized with a sort of giddiness."

"Sit down," said the princess, with interest.

"Take something," said the bishop.

"It will be nothing," said Rodin, with an effort; "I am no milksop, thank
heaven!--I had little sleep last night; it is fatigue--nothing more. I
was saying, that I alone could now direct this affair: but I cannot
execute the plan myself. I must keep out of the way, and watch in the
shade: I must hold the threads, which I alone can manage," added Rodin,
in a faint voice.

"My good father," said the cardinal uneasily, "I assure you that you are
very unwell. Your paleness is becoming livid."

"It is possible," answered Rodin, courageously; "but I am not to be so
soon conquered. To return to our affair--this is the time, in which your
qualities, Father d'Aigrigny, will turn to good account. I have never
denied them, and they may now be of the greatest use
iety with its own weapons. " 

 Conquered, as well as the others, by Rodin's diabolical assurance, and 
 brought back to a kind of awful wonder, Father d'Aigrigny said to 
 him: " I confess I was amiss in doubt the judgment of your reverence. 
 deceive by the appearance of the mean employed, I could not judge of 
 their connection, and above all, of their results. I now experience, that, 
 thanks to you, success is no longer doubtful. " 

 " This is an exaggeration, " answer Rodin, with feverish impatience; " all 
 these passions are at work, but the moment is critical. As the alchemist 
 bends over the crucible, which may give him either treasure or sudden 
 death -- I alone at this moment-- " 

 Rodin did not finish the sentence. He press both his hands to his 
 forehead, with a stifled cry of annoyance. 

 " What is the matter? " read Father d'Aigrigny. " For some moments you have 
 been growing fearfully pale. " 

 " I do not know' what is the topic, " said Rodin, in an altered voice; " my 
 headache increases -- I am seized with a kind of dizziness. " 

 " seat down, " said the princess, with interest. 

 " Take something, " said the bishop. 

 " It will be nothing, " said Rodin, with an effort; " I am no milksop, thank 
 heaven!--I receive small sleep last nox; it is fatigue duty -- nothing more. I 
 was saying, that I alone could now direct this matter: but I cannot 
 execute the design myself. I must keep out of the way, and watch in the 
 ghost: I must hold the threads, which I alone can manage, " added Rodin, 
 in a faint voice. 

 " My good father, " said the cardinal anxiously, " I assure you that you are 
 very ailing. Your paleness is becoming livid. " 

 " It is possible, " answered Rodin, courageously; " but I am not to be therefore 
 soon conquered. To return to our affair -- this is the meter, in which your 
 qualities, Father d'Aigrigny, will turn to good account. I have never 
 deny them, and they may now be of the big use
ietj with its own weapons."

Cokquered, as well cw the mthers, by Rodiv's diabolical assurance, and
bcougyt baxk to a kind of fearfuu admiratpon, Fathee d'Amgrigny said to
hmj: "I connzss I aas cring in doubtinn the judgmant of your reeefeuce.
Deceived by the appearance of the means rmoloyed, I could not tudgs of
their connection, and above all, of thepr results. I now xee, that,
thanks to you, succfss ls no longer doubtvul."

"This is qn evqggeration," rdplied Rodpu, with fevetish impatience; "all
these passionr are at work, boc thf moment is rriticwl. As the algnemist
tends ofer the crucibke, xhicy may give him either treasures or suddgn
death--I anoue at this moment--"

Rodib eid nmt fhnisf thd stntxncs. He pgesaed both hjs hands to his
forehead, with a sepgled cry of lain.

"Whwt is the matter?" said Father d'Aigrigny. "Fog soje moments you have
been growing fearfully pape."

"I do noe know 'what is the matter," said Rodin, in an altereg voire; "my
kcwaqcje increases--I am seized with a sort of giddinqas."

"Xin down," said the pvincess, with interrsh.

"Tshe something," raid tks gishop.

"It will be nlthing," faid Eodin, witr an effort; "I am no milksop, thabk
heaven!--I hab luttle sleep last nnght; it is fctigue--mothimg more. I
was saying, thac I alkne could nlw direct ghis affair: but K csntot
execuud the plan myself. I must kxep obt of thd wai, and wwtch in thf
shadc: I must hold the tjreadd, fhich I allne can manage," added Rodin,
in a heint voice.

"My bomd xather," scid thc cardinal uneafily, "I assure iou that vou ard
very unweml. Your paleness if becoming lield."

"It is possmble," answqred Rodun, courxeeously; "but I sm not to be so
soon conquered. To retuvn to kur affair--this nr the time, in whoch yotr
euelitiqv, Father d'Aicrigvy, doll tjrn to good xccoint. I have never
deniad tgem, and they may npw be of tye greatqst use
iety with its own weapons." Conquered, as the by Rodin's assurance, and brought fearful Father d'Aigrigny said him: "I confess was wrong in doubting the judgment your reverence. Deceived by the appearance of the means employed, I could not of their connection, and above all, of their results. I now see, that, to success no doubtful." "This is an exaggeration," replied Rodin, with feverish impatience; "all these passions are at work, the moment is critical. As the alchemist bends the crucible, which may him either treasures or sudden alone this moment--" did finish sentence. He pressed his hands to his forehead, with a stifled cry of pain. "What is the matter?" said Father "For some have been fearfully "I not know 'what matter," said Rodin, in an altered increases--I am seized with a sort of giddiness." down," said princess, with interest. "Take something," said bishop. "It will be nothing," said Rodin, with effort; "I am no milksop, thank heaven!--I had little sleep last night; it is fatigue--nothing was saying, that I could now direct affair: I execute plan myself. must keep out of the way, and watch in the shade: must hold the threads, which I alone can manage," added a voice. "My good said the cardinal uneasily, assure that you are very paleness becoming possible," Rodin, "but I am not be so soon conquered. To to our affair--this is qualities, Father d'Aigrigny, will turn to good account. have never denied them, and they may be of the greatest use
iety with its own weapons."

ConqUered, as welL as thE otHerS, bY RodIn's dIabolical assurANce, aNd
brought back to a kind of FearfUl ADmirATiOn, FatHer d'AigRIgNY SaiD tO
hIm: "I CoNFeSs I waS wrOng in doUbting the jUdgMeNt of your reveREnCe.
Deceived By tHe appearance Of tHe meanS eMplOYed, I cOulD not jUdge of
THeir coNnection, aNd ABove alL, Of their RESuLts. I Now see, that,
thanks tO YoU, Success is no lonGer douBtFUl."

"tHIs iS an ExaggeratiOn," RepliED Rodin, wITh FEVEriSH impatience; "alL
these passiONs aRe at woRk, But THe momeNt is cRiTIcaL. As the alcheMist
Bends over The cruCIble, whiCH may givE him eiTheR trEasuREs Or SudDeN
DeaTH--I AloNE at This momeNt--"

roDin diD not FINISh thE seNtenCe. He pRessed both his HanDs to HIs
fOreheAd, witH a stIfLed crY of paiN.

"What Is The matter?" said FaTher D'Aigrigny. "for SoMe mOmEnts yOU have
bEen GroWing feaRfully pALe."

"I Do NOT KnOw 'what is the matter," sAiD rOdIn, in an alTered vOIcE; "mY
Headache InCreAses--i AM seizEd wiTH a Sort of giDdinesS."

"siT dOwn," said ThE princEsS, wiTh iNtereST.

"TakE sometHing," said The biSHop.

"It will be notHIng," said Rodin, wITh AN EfFOrt; "I Am nO milksop, thaNk
heAVen!--I Had lITtLe sLEep laSt nigHt; IT iS Fatigue--nothing more. I
WaS sayinG, that i alone could noW direct thiS AFFair: but I CannOT
eXEcute the plan mySelf. I Must keep ouT Of the way, And waTch in the
Shade: I musT HOld the thReaDs, wHicH I aLONe Can manage," addeD rOdin,
In A faint vOicE.

"My good FatHer," SaiD thE cArdinal unEasily, "I aSsUrE yOu ThaT you aRE
very unwElL. YoUr PalEness IS becomIng liVid."

"IT iS pOSsiBle," answEReD rOdin, CoUrAgeoUslY; "bUt I am Not tO Be sO
soon coNquered. To RetURn to OuR aFfair--thIs is the time, in WhIch your
quaLiTieS, FatheR D'aigrigny, Will turn to good account. I hAVe never
DenIed thEm, anD they may nOw bE of the GreATest usE
iety with its own weapons. "

Conquer ed, a s w ell  a s th e ot hers, by Rodin ' s di abolical assurance, an d
bro ug h t ba c kto akind of fe a r ful  a dm ira ti o n,  Fath erd'Aigri gny said t o
h im : "I confess Iwas wrongindoubting the  ju dgment  o f y o ur re ver ence. 
Decei v ed bythe appea ra n ce oft he mean s em ploy ed, I could not j u dg e  of
their conn ection ,a nd a bov e a ll, of the ir  resu l ts. I n o ws e e , t h at,
thanks to  you, succe s s i s no l on ger doubtf ul."
" T his  is an exag gera tion," re pliedR odin, w i th feve rish i mpa tie nce; "a ll 
th es e  pa s si ons are  at work ,bu t the  mom e n t is c rit ical . Asthe alchemist 
be ndso ver  thecruci ble,  w hichmay gi ve hi meither treasure s or  sudden
d eat h- -Ial one a t  thismom ent --"

Ro din did not  f i n i sh  the sentence. Hepr e s se d both h is han d sto his
fore he ad,  wit h a sti fled cr y of pai n.

"W h at  i s the m at ter?"sa idFat her d ' Aigr igny."For som e mom e nts you have
b e en growing fe a rf u l ly pale ."
"I do notknow 'wha t is th e m a tter, " sai dR od i n, in an altered vo ic e; "my 
head ache increase s--I am se i z e d with a  sor t  o f  giddiness."
"Sitdown," sai d  the pri ncess , with i nterest." Take som eth ing ,"sai d th e bishop.

"I t will  b e nothi ng, " saidRod in,  wi than  effort;"I am no  m il ks op , t hankh eaven!-- Ihad  l itt le sl e ep las t nig ht;it  i s  fa tigue-- n ot h i ng m or e.  I
w assa ying,  tha t  Ialone c ould nowdir e ct t hi saffair:  but I cannot 
e xecute the  p lan  mysel f .  I mustkeep out of the way, an d  watchinthe
s hade : I musthol d thethr e ads, w hich I  alon ecan m anage , "  a dde dRodin,
ina fai nt vo ic e.
"My goo d father," said th e  ca rdinal uneasi ly,  "Ia s su rey ou tha ty oua r e
very unwell.Your palen es s  i s becoming liv id ."

"It  is pos sible , " answe red Rodin , courage ou sly; " but  I am notto be so 
soon con q uered .  T o ret urn  to ou raff air-- this i s  th e tim e, inwh ich yo ur
qu al ities, F ather d'Aigrigny, willturn t o goo d a ccount. I  ha v e n ever
deni ed t hem, and t hey  ma y now  be of th e gr e at est use
iety with_its own_weapons."

Conquered, as well as_the others,_by_Rodin's diabolical_assurance,_and
brought back to_a kind of_fearful admiration, Father d'Aigrigny_said to
him: "I_confess_I was wrong in doubting the judgment of your reverence.
Deceived by the appearance of_the_means employed,_I_could_not judge of
their connection, and_above all, of their results._I now_see, that,
thanks to you, success is no longer_doubtful."

"This_is an exaggeration,"_replied Rodin, with feverish impatience; "all
these passions are at_work, but the moment is critical._As the alchemist
bends_over_the_crucible, which may give_him either treasures or sudden
death--I alone_at this moment--"

Rodin did not finish_the sentence. He pressed both his hands_to his
forehead, with a stifled cry_of pain.

"What is the matter?"_said Father_d'Aigrigny. "For some moments you_have
been growing fearfully_pale."

"I do_not know 'what_is the matter," said Rodin, in_an altered voice;_"my
headache increases--I am seized with a_sort_of giddiness."

"Sit down,"_said_the_princess, with_interest.

"Take something," said_the_bishop.

"It will_be_nothing," said Rodin, with an effort;_"I_am no milksop, thank
heaven!--I had little sleep_last night; it is_fatigue--nothing_more. I
was saying, that_I alone could now direct_this affair: but I cannot
execute the_plan myself._I must_keep out of the way, and watch in the
shade: I must_hold the threads, which I alone_can manage," added Rodin,
in_a faint_voice.

"My_good father," said_the_cardinal uneasily,_"I assure you that you are
very unwell._Your paleness_is becoming livid."

"It is possible," answered_Rodin, courageously; "but I_am_not to be so
soon conquered. To_return to our affair--this is the_time, in which your
qualities, Father_d'Aigrigny,_will_turn to good account. I_have never
denied them, and they may_now be of_the greatest use