There was not a tinge of doubt upon his faith, but neither was there emotion in it.

He was as one who laboured in the depths of the earth, crushed even in imagination, yet conscious that somewhere birds sang, and the sun shone, and water ran.

He understood his own state well enough, and perceived that he had come to a reality of faith that was new to him, for it was sheer faith--sheer apprehension of the Spiritual--without either the dangers or the joys of imaginative vision.

He expressed it to himself by saying that there were three processes through which God led the soul: the first was that of external faith, which assents to all things presented by the accustomed authority, practises religion, and is neither interested nor doubtful; the second follows the quickening of the emotional and perceptive powers of the soul, and is set about with consolations, desires, mystical visions and perils; it is in this plane that resolutions are taken and vocations found and shipwrecks experienced; and the third, mysterious and inexpressible, consists in the re-enactment in the purely spiritual sphere of all that has preceded (as a play follows a rehearsal), in which God is grasped but not experienced, grace is absorbed unconsciously and even distastefully, and little by little the inner spirit is conformed in the depths of its being, far within the spheres of emotion and intellectual perception, to the image and mind of Christ.
So he lay back now, thinking, a long, stately, scarlet figure, in his deep chair, staring out over Holy Rome seen through the misty September haze.

How long, he wondered, would there be peace?
To his eyes even already the air was black with doom.
He struck his hand-bell at last.
"Bring me Father Blackmore's Last report," he said, as his secretary appeared.
II Percy's intuitive faculties were keen by nature and had been vastly increased by cultivation.