Or they would not refrain; they would count the death of a Cardinal and a few bishops a cheap price to pay for revenge--and in that case well, there was Death and Judgment.

But Percy had ceased to fear.

No ignominy could be greater than that which he already bore--the ignominy of loneliness and discredit.

And death could be nothing but sweet--it would at least be knowledge and rest.

He was willing to risk all on God.
The other, with a little gesture of apology, took out his office book presently, and began to read.
Percy looked at him with an immense envy.