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"That it would profoundly alter the const.i.tutional status of the Crown?"
"Possibly. I think not."
This slow weighing of cons in the balance was having a devastating effect upon the minister's nerves; he got upon his feet.
"Does your Grace mean to tell me that this thing is even conceivable?"
"Conceivable? I wish you would state to me, without any fear of offense, the whole body of your objection. I recognize, of course, that the Royal House, in the direct line, has made no such alliance for over two hundred years,--never, in fact, since it ceased to be of pure native extraction. I also admit that for myself as a party politician (if you impose upon me that term) it is inconvenient, destructive even to certain plans which I had formed. But putting myself altogether aside, and allowing that for a precedent we have to go very far back into the past, what real objections have you to urge?"
The Prime Minister was beginning to get thoroughly uncomfortable.
"It is a breach--a fatal breach to my mind," said he, "in that caste distinction which alone makes monarchy possible under modern conditions.
I mean no personal disrespect to your Grace: were it a question of my own daughter, I should take the same view. It disturbs a tradition which has worked well and for safety, and has not been broken for hundreds of years. But most destructively of all it threatens that aloofness from all political entanglements--that absolute impartiality between party and party--which to-day const.i.tutes the strength of the Crown."
"I might be quite prepared," said the Archbishop slowly, "in such an event, to withdraw myself from all political action of a party character."
"You cannot so separate yourself from the past," objected the Prime Minister.
"I do not see the difficulty. You yourself, in a long and varied career, have twice changed your party, or deserted it. If that can be done with sincerity, it is equally possible to become of no party at all."
The Prime Minister flushed at this attack on his past record, and struck back--
"Not for an Archbishop," he said, a little sneeringly. "The Church now-a-days has become not merely a part of our political system, but a stereotyped adjunct of party, and a very one-sided one at that."
"To answer such a charge adequately," replied his Grace, "I should be forced into political debate foreign to our present discussion. What concerns me here and now is that something has taken place--pregnant for good or ill--which you regard as impossible, and which I do not. In either case--whatever conclusion is reached--I am called upon to make a sacrifice. Of that I do not complain, but what I am bound to consider, even before the interests of the State (upon which we take different views), are the interests of the Church. When we last met you were preparing to do those interests something of an injustice: and your more recent proposals do not induce me to think that you have changed your mind. If the Church is to lose the ground she now holds in the State she must seek to recover it elsewhere. I cannot blind my eyes to the fact that, in the high position now offered to her, my daughter will be able to do a great work--for the Church."
"I believed that you had no sympathy with the intrusion of women into the domain of politics."
"Not into politics, no; but the Church is different. We have in our Saints' Calendar women--queens some of them--who were ready to lay down their lives for the Church, and to secure her recognition by heathen peoples and kings. Why should not my daughter be one?"
He spoke with an exalted air, his hand resting upon his cross.
"Your Grace," said the Prime Minister in a changed tone, "may I put one very crucial question? Have you a complete influence over your daughter?"
"That I can hardly answer; I will only say that she is dutiful. Never, so far as I am aware, has she questioned my authority, nor has she combated my judgment in any matter where it was my duty to decide for her what was right."
On this showing she seemed a very estimable and trustworthy young person; and with a sense of encouragement the Prime Minister went on--
"Then upon this question of her marriage with the Prince, would she, do you think, be guided by you?"
"She would not marry him without my consent."
"And your consent might be forthcoming?"
"Under certain circ.u.mstances, I think--yes."
"And as the circ.u.mstances stand now at this moment?"
The Archbishop paused, and looked long at the Prime Minister before answering.
"How do they stand?" he inquired.
II
That evening when Jenifer returned home the Archbishop was waiting her arrival. The door of his private library stood ajar. "Come in, my dear,"
he called, hearing her step in the corridor, "come in; I wish to speak to you."
She entered with a flushed face. "_I_ wanted to speak to you, father,"
she said.
He saw that she was come charged for the delivery of her soul, and perceiving what a strategic advantage it would give him to hear the story first from her own lips, he waived his prior claim. "Very well, my dear," he replied, "for the next hour I am free, and at your disposal."
"It may take longer than that," she warned him; "I have something to tell you that seems to me almost terrible."
"Anything wrong?"
"Oh, no, but so tremendous I hardly know how to begin." Her breast labored with the burden of its message, but in her face was a look of dawn.
"Has it to do with yourself?"
"Yes, papa. I am engaged to marry Prince Max."
The Archbishop paused for a moment, thinking how best to avoid any appearance of foreknowledge.
"My child," he said, "what Prince Max do you mean?"
"The only one that I know of," she answered.
"You mean the heir to the throne?"
"Yes, papa."
"You say you are engaged to him?"
"Yes."
"With whose knowledge, may I ask?"
"The King knows; he has just given his consent. That is why I am telling you now."
"Why only now?" There was reproach in his tone.
"Until we had his consent we were not engaged."
"And now--being engaged--you come for mine?"
"No, papa; only to let you know." She paused. "Of course I should be glad of your approval."