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He
had
begun
to
think
Father
Ralph
's
weaknesses
were
pride
in
being
a
priest
,
and
ambition
;
both
were
facets
of
personality
he
understood
,
for
he
possessed
them
himself
.
The
Church
had
places
for
ambitious
men
,
as
did
all
great
and
self-perpetuating
institutions
.
Rumor
had
it
that
Father
Ralph
had
cheated
these
Clearys
he
purported
to
love
so
much
out
of
their
rightful
inheritance
.
If
indeed
he
had
,
he
was
well
worth
hanging
on
to
.
And
how
those
wonderful
blue
eyes
had
blazed
when
he
mentioned
Rome
!
Perhaps
it
was
time
he
tried
another
gambit
.
He
poked
forward
a
conversational
pawn
lazily
,
but
his
eyes
under
hooded
lids
were
very
keen
.
"
I
had
news
from
the
Vatican
while
you
were
away
,
Ralph
,
"
he
said
,
shifting
the
cat
slightly
.
"
My
Sheba
,
you
are
selfish
;
you
make
my
legs
numb
.
"
"
Oh
?
"
Father
Ralph
was
sinking
down
in
his
chair
,
and
his
eyes
were
having
a
hard
time
staying
open
.
"
Yes
,
you
may
go
to
bed
,
but
not
before
you
have
heard
my
news
.
A
little
while
ago
I
sent
a
personal
and
private
communication
to
the
Holy
Father
,
and
an
answer
came
back
today
from
my
friend
Cardinal
Monteverdi
--
I
wonder
if
he
is
a
descendant
of
the
Renaissance
musician
?
Why
do
I
never
remember
to
ask
him
when
I
see
him
?
Oh
,
Sheba
,
must
you
insist
upon
digging
in
your
claws
when
you
are
happy
?
"
"
I
'm
listening
,
Your
Grace
,
I
have
n't
fallen
asleep
yet
,
"
said
Father
Ralph
,
smiling
.
"
No
wonder
you
like
cats
so
much
.
You
're
one
yourself
,
playing
with
your
prey
for
your
own
amusement
.
"
He
snapped
his
fingers
.
"
Here
,
Sheba
,
leave
him
and
come
to
me
!
He
is
unkind
"
The
cat
jumped
down
off
the
purple
lap
immediately
,
crossed
the
carpet
and
leaped
delicately
onto
the
priest
's
knees
,
stood
waving
its
tail
and
sniffing
the
strange
smells
of
horses
and
mud
,
entranced
.
Father
Ralph
's
blue
eyes
smiled
into
the
Archbishop
's
brown
ones
,
both
half
closed
,
both
absolutely
alert
.
"
How
do
you
do
that
?
"
demanded
the
Archbishop
.
"
A
cat
will
never
go
to
anyone
,
but
Sheba
goes
to
you
as
if
you
gave
her
caviar
and
valerian
.
Ingrate
animal
.
"
"
I
'm
waiting
,
Your
Grace
.
"
"
And
you
punish
me
for
it
,
taking
my
cat
from
me
.
All
right
,
you
have
won
,
I
yield
.
Do
you
ever
lose
?
An
interesting
question
.
You
are
to
be
congratulated
,
my
dear
Ralph
.
In
future
you
will
wear
the
miter
and
the
cope
,
and
be
addressed
as
My
Lord
,
Bishop
de
Bricassart
.
"
