Lafelle eyed her narrowly. He had certain suspicions, but he was not ready to voice them. Carmen went on:
“Monsignor, I love my fellow-men, oh, so much! I want to see every one work out his salvation, as Jesus bade us all do, and without any hindrance from others. And I ask but that same privilege from every one, yourself included. Let me work out my salvation as my Father has directed.”
Lafelle smiled paternally. “I have no wish to hinder you, child. On the contrary, I offer you the assistance and infallible guidance of the Church. You are very young. We are very old. Beginning nineteen centuries ago, when we were divinely appointed custodian of the world’s morals, our history has been a glorious one. We have in that time changed a pagan world into one that fears God and follows His Christ.”
“But for nineteen hundred years, Monsignor, the various so-called Christian sects of the world have been persecuting and slaying one another over their foolish beliefs, basing their religious theories upon their interpretations of the Bible. Surely that is not a glorious history!”
“Ah! You unwittingly argue directly for our cause, my child. The result which you have just cited proves conclusively that the Scriptures can not be correctly interpreted by every one. That is perfectly patent to you, I see. Thus you acknowledge the necessity of an infallible guide. That is to be found only in the spiritual Fathers, and in the Pope, the holy Head of the Church of Rome, the present Vicegerent of Christ on earth.”
“Then your interpretation of the Bible is the only correct one?”
“Absolutely!”
“And you Catholics are the only true followers of Christ? The only real Christians?”
“We are.”