"Comradeship in what?"

"In a great and holy work."

A little pause.

"And your anger against this--comrade, your
jealousy of him, was called forth by his success in
that work being greater than yours?"

"I--yes, partly. I envied him his experience--
his usefulness. And then--I thought--I feared--
that he would take from me the heart of the girl
I--love."

"And this girl that you love, is she a daughter
of the Holy Church?"

"No; she is a Protestant."

"A heretic?"

Arthur clasped his hands in great distress.
"Yes, a heretic," he repeated. "We were brought
up together; our mothers were friends--and I
--envied him, because I saw that he loves her,
too, and because--because----"

"My son," said Father Cardi, speaking after a