Eleanor made a murmur of sympathy.

He faced her with a sudden ardour.
'I had expected it, Madame; but when it came I was stunned--I was bowed to the earth.

A few days later, I received an anonymous letter--from Orvieto, I think--reminding me that a priest suspended _a divinis_ has no right to the soutane.

"Let the traitor," it said, "give up the uniform he has disgraced--let him at least have the decency to do that." In my trouble I had not thought of it.

So I wrote to a friend in Rome to send me clothes.' Eleanor's eyes filled with tears.