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sic with graceful variations； earthly gladness throbbing through the rhythm of each。 In such brilliant quivering notes some great singer might strive to find a voice for her love； her melodies fluttered as a bird flutters about her mate。 There were moments when she seemed to leap back into the past； to dally there now with laughter； now with tears。 Her changing moods； as it were； ran riot。 She was like a woman excited and happy over her lover's return。
But at length； after the swaying fugues of delirium； after the marvellous rendering of a vision of the past； a revulsion swept over the soul that thus found utterance for itself。 With a swift transition from the major to the minor； the organist told her hearer of her present lot。 She gave the story of long melancholy broodings； of the slow course of her moral malady。 How day by day she deadened the senses； how every night cut off one more thought； how her heart was slowly reduced to ashes。 The sadness deepened shade after shade through languid modulations； and in a little while the echoes were pouring out a torrent of grief。 Then on a sudden； high notes rang out like the voices of angels singing together； as if to tell the lost but not forgotten lover that their spirits now could only meet in heaven。 Pathetic hope！
Then followed the Amen。 No more Joy； no more tears in the air； no sadness； no regrets。 The Amen was the return to God。 The final chord was deep； solemn； even terrible； for the last rumblings of the bass sent a shiver through the audience that raised the hair on their heads； the nun shook out her veiling of crepe； and seemed to sink again into the grave from which she had risen for a moment。 Slowly the reverberations died away； it seemed as if the church； but now so full of light； had returned to thick darkness。
The General had been caught up and borne swiftly away by this strong…winged spirit； he had followed the course of its flight from beginning to end。 He understood to the fullest extent the imagery of that burning symphony； for him the chords reached deep and far。 For him； as for the sister； the poem meant future； present； and past。 Is not music； and even opera music； a sort of text； which a susceptible or poetic temper； or a sore and stricken heart； may expand as memories shall determine？ If a musician must needs have the heart of a poet； must not the listener too be in a manner a poet and a lover to hear all that lies in great music？ Religion； love； and musicwhat are they but a threefold expression of the same fact； of that craving for expansion which stirs in every noble soul。 And these three forms of poetry ascend to God； in whom all passion on earth finds its end。 Wherefore the holy human trinity finds a place amid the infinite glories of God； of God； whom we always represent surrounded with the fires of love and seistrons of goldmusic and light and harmony。 Is not He the Cause and the End of all our strivings？
The French General guessed rightly that here in the desert； on this bare rock in the sea； the nun had seized upon music as an outpouring of the passion that still consumed her。 Was this her manner of offering up her love as a sacrifice to God？ Or was it Love exultant in triumph over God？ The questions were hard to answer。 But one thing at least the General could not mistakein this heart； dead to the world； the fire of passion burned as fiercely as in his own。
Vespers over； he went back to the alcalde with whom he was staying。 In the all…absorbing joy which comes in such full measure when a satisfaction sought long and painfully is attained at last； he could see nothing beyond thishe was still loved！ In her heart love had grown in loneliness； even as his love had grown stronger as he surmounted one barrier after another which this woman had set between them！ The glow of soul came to its natural end。 There followed a longing to see her again； to contend with God for her； to snatch her awaya rash scheme； which appealed to a daring nature。 He went to bed； when the meal was over； to avoid questions； to be alone and think at his ease； and he lay absorbed by deep thought till day broke。
He rose only to go to mass。 He went to the church and knelt close to the screen； with his forehead touching the curtain； he would have torn a hole in it if he had been alone； but his host had come with him out of politeness； and the least imprudence might compromise the whole future of his love； and ruin the new hopes。
The organ sounded； but it was another player； and not the nun of the last two days whose hands touched the keys。 It was all colourless and cold for the General。 Was the woman he loved prostrated by emotion which wellnigh overcame a strong man's heart？ Had she so fully realised and shared an unchanged； longed…for love； that now she lay dying on her bed in her cell？ While innumerable thoughts of this kind perplexed his mind； the voice of the woman he worshipped rang out close beside him； he knew its clear resonant soprano。 It was her voice； with that faint tremor in it which gave it all the charm that shyness and diffidence gives to a young girl； her voice； distinct from the mass of singing as a prima donna's in the chorus of a finale。 It was like a golden or silver thread in dark frieze。
It was she！ There could be no mistake。 Parisienne now as ever； she had not laid coquetry aside when she threw off worldly adornments for the veil and the Carmelite's coarse serge。 She who had affirmed her love last evening in the praise sent up to God； seemed now to say to her lover； 〃Yes； it is I。 I am here。 My love is unchanged； but I am beyond the reach of love。 You will hear my voice； my soul shall enfold you； and I shall abide here under the brown shroud in the choir from which no power on earth can tear me。 You shall never see me more！〃
〃It is she indeed！〃 the General said to himself； raising his head。 He had leant his face on his hands； unable at first to bear the intolerable emotion that surged like a whirlpool in his heart； when that well…known voice vibrated under the arcading； with the sound of the sea for accompaniment。
Storm was without； and calm within the sanctuary。 Still that rich voice poured out all its caressing notes； it fell like balm on the lover's burning heart； it blossomed upon the airthe air that a man would fain breathe more deeply to receive the effluence of a soul breathed forth with love in the words of the prayer。 The alcalde coming to join his guest found him in tears during the elevation； while the nun was singing； and brought him back to his house。 Surprised to find so much piety in a French military man； the worthy magistrate invited the confessor of the convent to meet his guest。 Never had news given the General more pleasure； he paid the ecclesiastic a good deal of attention at supper； and confirmed his Spanish hosts in the high opinion they had formed of his piety by a not wholly disinterested respect。 He enquired with gravity how many sisters there were in the convent； and asked for particulars of its endowment and revenues； as if from courtesy he wished to hear the good priest discourse on the subject most interesting to him。 He informed himself as to the manner of life led by the holy women。 Were they allowed to go out of the convent； or to see visitors？
〃Senor；〃 replied the venerable churchman； 〃the rule is strict。 A woman cannot enter a monastery of the order of St。 Bruno without a special permission from His Holiness； and the rule here is equally stringent。 No man may enter a convent of Barefoot Carmelites unless he is a priest specially attached to the services of the house by the Archbishop。 None of the nuns may leave the convent； though the great Saint； St。 Theresa； often left her cell。 The Visitor or the Mothers Superior can alone give permission； subject to an authorisation from the Archbishop； for a nun to see a visitor； and then especially in a case of illness。 Now we are one of the principal houses； and consequently we have a Mother Superior here。 Among other foreign sisters there is one Frenchwoman； Sister Theresa； she it is who directs the music in the chapel。〃
〃Oh！〃 said the General； with feigned surprise。 〃She must have rejoiced over the victory of the House of Bourbon。〃
〃I told them the reason of the mass； they are always a little bit inquisitive。〃
〃But Sister Theresa may have interests in France。 Perhaps she would like to send some message or to hear news。〃
〃I do not think so。 She would have come to ask me。〃
〃As a fellow…countryman； I should be quite curious to see her；〃 said the General。 〃If it is possible； if the Lady Superior consents； if〃
〃Even at the grating and in the Reverend Mother's presence； an interview would be quite impossible for anybody whatsoever； but； strict as the Mother is； for a deliverer of our holy religion and the throne of his Catholic Majesty； the rule might be relaxed for a moment；〃 said the confessor； blinking。 〃I will speak about it。〃
〃How old is Sister Theresa？〃 enquired the lover。 He dared not ask any questions of the priest as to the nun's beauty。
〃She does not reckon years now；〃 the good man answered； with a simplicity that made the General shudder。
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