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The
day
passed
,
the
mourners
departed
,
the
Drogheda
people
crept
about
the
house
and
avoided
each
other
;
Cardinal
Ralph
looked
early
at
Meggie
,
and
could
not
bear
to
look
again
.
Justine
left
with
Jean
and
Boy
King
to
catch
the
afternoon
plane
for
Sydney
,
the
night
plane
for
London
.
He
never
remembered
hearing
her
husky
bewitching
voice
,
or
seeing
those
odd
pale
eyes
.
From
the
time
when
she
had
met
him
and
Meggie
in
Athens
to
the
time
when
she
went
with
Jean
and
Boy
King
she
had
been
like
a
ghost
,
her
camouflage
pulled
closely
around
her
.
Why
had
n't
she
called
Rainer
Hartheim
,
asked
him
to
be
with
her
?
Surely
she
knew
how
much
he
loved
her
,
how
much
he
would
want
to
be
with
her
now
?
But
the
thought
never
stayed
long
enough
in
Cardinal
Ralph
's
tired
mind
to
call
Rainer
himself
,
though
he
had
wondered
about
it
off
and
on
since
before
leaving
Rome
.
They
were
strange
,
the
Drogheda
people
.
They
did
n't
like
company
in
grief
;
they
preferred
to
be
alone
with
their
pain
.
Only
Fee
and
Meggie
sat
with
Cardinal
Ralph
in
the
drawing
room
after
a
dinner
left
uneaten
.
No
one
said
a
word
;
the
ormolu
clock
on
the
marble
mantel
ticked
thunderously
,
and
Mary
Carson
's
painted
eyes
stared
a
mute
challenge
across
the
room
to
Fee
's
grandmother
.
Fee
and
Meggie
sat
together
on
a
cream
sofa
,
shoulders
lightly
touching
;
Cardinal
Ralph
never
remembered
their
being
so
close
in
the
old
days
.
But
they
said
nothing
,
did
not
look
at
each
other
or
at
him
.
He
tried
to
see
what
it
was
he
had
done
wrong
.
Too
much
wrong
,
that
was
the
trouble
.
Pride
,
ambition
,
a
certain
unscrupulousness
.
And
love
for
Meggie
flowering
among
them
.
But
the
crowning
glory
of
that
love
he
had
never
known
.
What
difference
would
it
have
made
to
know
his
son
was
his
son
?
Was
it
possible
to
love
the
boy
more
than
he
had
?
Would
he
have
pursued
a
different
path
if
he
had
known
about
his
son
?
Yes
!
cried
his
heart
.
No
,
sneered
his
brain
.
He
turned
on
himself
bitterly
.
Fool
!
You
ought
to
have
known
Meggie
was
incapable
of
going
back
to
Luke
.
You
ought
to
have
known
at
once
whose
child
Dane
was
She
was
so
proud
of
him
!
All
she
could
get
from
you
,
that
was
what
she
said
to
you
in
Rome
.
Well
,
Meggie
...
In
him
you
got
the
best
of
it
.
Dear
God
,
Ralph
,
how
could
you
not
have
known
he
was
yours
?
You
ought
to
have
realized
it
when
he
came
to
you
a
man
grown
,
if
not
before
.
She
was
waiting
for
you
to
see
it
,
dying
for
you
to
see
it
;
if
only
you
had
,
she
would
have
gone
on
her
knees
to
you
.
But
you
were
blind
.
You
did
n't
want
to
see
.
Ralph
Raoul
,
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
,
that
was
what
you
wanted
;
more
than
her
,
more
than
your
son
.
More
than
your
son
!
The
room
had
become
filled
with
tiny
cries
,
rustles
,
whispers
;
the
clock
was
ticking
in
time
with
his
heart
.
And
then
it
was
n't
in
time
anymore
.
He
had
got
out
of
step
with
it
.
Meggie
and
Fee
were
swimming
to
their
feet
,
drifting
with
frightened
faces
in
a
watery
insubstancial
mist
,
saying
things
to
him
he
could
n't
seem
to
hear
.
"
Aaaaaaah
!
"
he
cried
,
understanding
.
He
was
hardly
conscious
of
the
pain
,
intent
only
on
Meggie
's
arms
around
him
,
the
way
his
head
sank
against
her
.
But
he
managed
to
turn
until
he
could
see
her
eyes
,
and
looked
at
her
.
He
tried
to
say
,
Forgive
me
,
and
saw
she
had
forgiven
him
long
ago
.
She
knew
she
had
got
the
best
of
it
.
Then
he
wanted
to
say
something
so
perfect
she
would
be
eternally
consoled
,
and
realized
that
was
n't
necessary
,
either
.
Whatever
she
was
,
she
could
bear
anything
.
Anything
!
So
he
closed
his
eyes
and
let
himself
feel
,
that
last
time
,
forgetfulness
in
Meggie
.
Sitting
at
his
Bonn
desk
with
an
early-morning
cup
of
coffee
,
Rainer
learned
of
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
's
death
from
his
newspaper
.
The
political
storm
of
the
past
few
weeks
was
diminishing
at
last
,
so
he
had
settled
to
enjoy
his
reading
with
the
prospect
of
soon
seeing
Justine
to
color
his
mood
,
and
unperturbed
by
her
recent
silence
.
That
he
deemed
typical
;
she
was
far
from
ready
yet
to
admit
the
extent
of
her
commitment
to
him
.
