Still stretched upon the bed, Rodin lifted his hands clasped upon his cotton handkerchief with a gesture of despair, and then let them fall again by his side.
The cardinal slightly shrugged his shoulders, and laid great stress on what follows, so that Rodin might not lose a word of it: "My dear father, it has pleased Providence that, during your fit of raving, you have made, without knowing it, the most important revelations."
The prelate waited with anxious curiosity for the effect of the pious trap he had laid for the Jesuit's weakened faculties.But the latter, still turned towards the wall, did not appear to have heard him and remained silent.
"You are, no doubt, reflecting on my words, my dear father," resumed the cardinal; "you are right, for it concerns a very serious affair.I repeat to you that Providence has allowed you, during your delirium, to betray your most secret thoughts--happily, to me alone.They are such as would compromise you in the highest degree.In short, during your delirium of last night, which lasted nearly two hours, you unveiled the secret objects of your intrigues at Rome with many of the members of the Sacred College."
The cardinal, rising softly, stooped over the bed to watch the expression of Rodin's countenance.But the latter did not give him time.As a galvanized corpse starts into strange and sudden motion, Rodin sprang into a sitting posture at the last words of the prelate.
"He has betrayed himself," said the cardinal, in a low voice, in Italian.
Then, resuming his seat, he fixed on the Jesuit his eyes, that sparkled with triumphant joy.
Though he did not hear the exclamation of Malipieri, nor remark the expression of his countenance, Rodin, notwithstanding his state of weakness, instantly felt the imprudence of his start.He pressed his hand to his forehead, as though he had been seized with a giddiness;
then, looking wildly round him, he pressed to his trembling lips his old cotton handkerchief, and gnawed it mechanically for some seconds.
"Your emotion and alarm confirm the sad discoveries I have made," resumed the cardinal, still more rejoicing at the success of his trick; "and now, my dear father," added he, "you will understand that it is for your best interest to enter into the most minute detail as to your projects and accomplices at Rome.You may then hope, my dear father, for the indulgence of the Holy See--that is, if your avowals are sufficiently explicit to fill up the chasms necessarily left in a confession made during delirium."
Rodin, recovered from his first surprise, perceived, but too late, that he had fallen into a snare, not by any words he had spoken, but by his too significant movements.In fact, the Jesuit had feared for a moment that he might have betrayed himself during his delirium, when he heard himself accused of dark intrigues with Rome; but, after some minutes of reflection, his common sense suggested: "If this crafty Roman knew my secret, he would take care not to tell me so.He has only suspicions, confirmed by my involuntary start just now."
Rodin wiped the cold sweat from his burning forehead.The emotion of this scene augmented his sufferings, and aggravated the danger of his condition.Worn out with fatigue, he could not remain long in a sitting posture, and soon fell back upon the bed.
"Per Bacco!" said the cardinal to himself, alarmed at the expression of the Jesuit's face; "if he were to die before he had spoken, and so escape the snare!"
