Confess, Stephano, that a
consecrated priest could not have better gone through the ceremony."
"We have both performed our parts," simpered Stephano, the sacristan,
"and I think the count must be satisfied with us."
At that moment the count returned to the room. Natalie had begged to be
left alone--she needed solitude and prayer.
The priest, Joseph Ribas, and the sacristan, Stephano, gave him sly,
interrogating glances.
"I am satisfied with you," said Orloff, with a smile. "You are both
excellent actors. This new little countess was pleased and touched by
your discourse, Joseph, my very worthy priest. Where did you learn this
new villainy?"
"In the high school of the galleys, your excellency," said Ribas. "Only
there is one taught such precious things. We had a priest there, a real
consecrated priest, who was sentenced for life. From _ennui_ he gave
lessons to the smartest among us in his art, and taught us how to fold
the hands, roll the eyes, and render the voice tremulous. But now, your
excellency, one thing! You desired to know who it was that warned your
princess to-day. I can now give you information on that point. It was
the French Cardinal Bernis!"
"They are, therefore, beginning to observe our movements," thoughtfully
remarked Orloff, "and these gentlemen diplomatists wish to take a hand
in the game.
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