There was but one view before him--of a long and intolerable journey, on a road that went uphill, to be traversed with a burden on his shoulders that he could not support.
Yet he recognised its inevitability.

The fact was announced to him as indisputable; it was to be; there was nothing to be said.

But it was as if one more gulf had opened, and he stared into it with a dull, sick horror, incapable of expression.
The Cardinal first broke the silence.
"Father Franklin," he said, "I have seen to-day a picture of Felsenburgh.

Do you know whom I at first took it for ?" Percy smiled listlessly.
"Yes, father, I took it for you.

Now, what do you make of that ?" "I don't understand, Eminence." "Why---" He broke off, suddenly changing the subject.
"There was a murder in the City to-day," he said.