is not her fault. Last summer mother and I went to Messina as
tourists, and one day, when passing through a seaport town, we
saw a crowd of people on the shore, standing or kneeling by
the hundreds in a great semicircle close to the water's edge.
There was a priest preaching to them from an open boat. It
was like a scene from the New Testament, and the man, this
Father Paul, made me think of one of the disciples. I asked
them why he did not preach on the land, and they told me that
he and all of the priests had been banished from the island
six years before, and that they could only return by stealth
and dared not land except by night. When the priest had
finished speaking, I had myself rowed out to his boat, and I
talked a long time with him, and he told me of this plan to
re-establish himself and his order. I offered to help him
with my money, and he promised me a letter to Cardinal Napoli.
It reached me on my return to Rome, and through the influence
of the Cardinal I was given an audience with the Pope, and I
was encouraged to aid Father Paul as far as I could. I had
meant to build a memorial church for father, but they urged me
to give the money instead to this cause. All my dealings
until to-day have been with Father Paul alone. I have seen a
little of the Prince Kalonay because they are always together;
but he has always treated me in a way to which no one could
take exception, and he is certainly very much in earnest.
When Father Paul left Paris mother and I came on here in order
to be near him, and that is how you find me at Tangier. And
now that you understand how much this means to me, I know you
will not do anything to stand in our way. Those men inside
are afraid that you came here for just the reason that
apparently has brought you, and when they saw you a little