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Dane
looked
shocked
,
Cardinal
Ralph
resigned
.
"
Do
not
be
disappointed
in
the
great
,
my
son
,
"
said
Cardinal
Vittorio
gently
.
"
They
,
too
,
have
feet
of
clay
,
and
resort
to
comfort
via
little
white
lies
.
It
is
a
very
useful
lesson
you
have
just
learned
,
but
looking
at
you
,
I
doubt
you
will
take
advantage
of
it
.
However
,
you
must
understand
that
we
scarlet
gentlemen
are
diplomats
to
our
fingertips
.
Truly
I
think
only
of
you
,
my
son
.
Jealousy
and
resentment
are
not
strangers
to
seminaries
any
more
than
they
are
to
secular
institutions
.
You
will
suffer
a
little
because
they
think
Ralph
is
your
uncle
,
your
mother
's
brother
,
but
you
would
suffer
far
more
if
they
thought
no
blood
bond
linked
you
together
.
We
are
first
men
,
and
it
is
with
men
you
will
deal
in
this
world
as
in
others
.
"
Dane
bowed
his
head
,
then
leaned
forward
to
stroke
the
cat
,
pausing
with
his
hand
extended
.
"
May
I
?
I
love
cats
,
Your
Eminence
.
"
No
quicker
pathway
to
that
old
but
constant
heart
could
he
have
found
.
"
You
may
.
I
confess
she
grows
too
heavy
for
me
.
She
is
a
glutton
,
are
you
not
,
Natasha
?
Go
to
Dane
;
he
is
the
new
generation
.
"
*
*
*
There
was
no
possibility
of
Justine
transferring
herself
and
her
belongings
from
the
southern
to
the
northern
hemisphere
as
quickly
as
Dane
had
;
by
the
time
she
worked
out
the
season
at
the
Culloden
and
bade
a
not
unregretful
farewell
to
Bothwell
Gardens
,
her
brother
had
been
in
Rome
two
months
.
"
How
on
earth
did
I
manage
to
accumulate
so
much
junk
?
"
she
asked
,
surrounded
by
clothes
,
papers
,
boxes
.
Meggie
looked
up
from
where
she
was
crouched
,
a
box
of
steel
wool
soap
pads
in
her
hand
.
"
What
were
these
doing
under
your
bed
?
"
