Who knows ?" "Himself," murmured Don Paolo.
"Now," Don Clemente went on, "I wish the Abbe Marinier to understand this: that we are, in a manner, the prophets of this saint, of this Messiah, preparing the way for him; which simply means that we point out the necessity of a renovation of all that, in our religion, is outward clothing, and not the body of truth, even should such a renovation cause suffering to many consciences.

_Ingemiscit et parturit!_ We must point out this necessity, standing the while on absolutely Catholic ground, looking for the new laws from the old authorities, bringing proofs that if these garments which have been worn so long and in such stormy times, be not changed, no decent person will come near us; and God forbid that some among us should be driven to cast them off without permission, out of a loathing not to be borne.

I wish furthermore to say, if the Abbe Marinier will permit me, that we have very few human fears." A murmur of hearty assent answered him, and Minucci started up, every nerve vibrating.

While the Abbe Marinier had been speaking, di Leyni and Selva had watched Minucci, who was fuming, with knitted brows; and Giovanni, knowing well the violent temper of this ascetic mystic, had intended to give him time to control himself by requesting Don Clemente to speak first.

He now sprang up excitedly.