“I was but the instrument of a higher power.”
“We are all instruments of a higher power, but the instruments chosen are always choice.”
“Ay, there it is!” said Miss Arundel; “and that is what I rejoice you feel. For it is impossible that such a selection could have been made, as in your case, without your being reserved for great results.”
“I am but a shattered actor for great results,” said Lothair, shaking his head.
“You have had trials,” said Miss Arundel, “so had St. Ignatius, so had St. Francis, and great temptations; but these are the tests of character, of will, of spiritual power—the fine gold is searched. All things that have happened have tended and have been ordained to one end, and that was to make you the champion of the Church of which you are now more than the child.”
“More than the child?”
“Indeed I think so. However, this is hardly the place and occasion to dwell on such matters; and, indeed, I know your friends—my friends equally—are desirous that your convalescence should not be unnecessarily disturbed by what must be, however delightful, still agitating thoughts; but you touched yourself unexpectedly on the theme, and, at any rate, you will pardon one who has the inconvenient quality of having only one thought.”
“Whatever you say or think must always interest me.”
“You are kind to say so. I suppose you know that our cardinal, Cardinal Grandison, will be here in a few days?”