We must love and suffer....

" (He drew one sobbing breath.) "Your Holiness has preached charity always.

Let charity then issue in good deeds.

Let us be foremost in them; let us engage in trade honestly, in family life chastely, in government uprightly.

And as for suffering--ah! Holiness!" His old scheme leaped back to his mind, and stood poised there convincing and imperious.
"Yes, my son, speak plainly." "Your Holiness--it is old--old as Rome--every fool has desired it: a new Order, Holiness--a new Order," he stammered.
The white hand dropped the paper-weight; the Pope leaned forward, looking intently at the priest.
"Yes, my son ?" Percy threw himself on his knees.
"A new Order, Holiness--no habit or badge--subject to your Holiness only--freer than Jesuits, poorer than Franciscans, more mortified than Carthusians: men and women alike--the three vows with the intention of martyrdom; the Pantheon for their Church; each bishop responsible for their sustenance; a lieutenant in each country....