Summary

J. Ewing Ritchie Crying for the Light; Or, Fifty Years Ago…

What had come to the Countess it was beyond her power to imagine.
‘Have you anything on your mind?’ said her old Italian priest as he sat in the first-floor of one of the villas that looked over Naples on to its lovely bay and the sea beyond, whilst Vesuvius on the left was indicating, in its usual way, that it was suffering a good deal in its inside. The old priest lunched with her ladyship every day.
‘Anything on my mind?’ said the lady. ‘Oh, dear father, no. Why talk to me in this way this bright afternoon, when all nature seems so bright and gay?
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J. Ewing Ritchie Crying for the Light; Or, Fifty Years Ago…

In a foolish hour the silly girl went on board milor’s yacht, that was lying in the bay—just as the yachts of milors lie there to-day.’
‘Ah! that was bad,’ said the priest.
‘Yes, it was indeed, holy father,’ continued the lady. ‘The girl remained there; she believed in the milor; she learnt his language; she amused his idle hours. He did not know his own mind; she did not know hers, and both thought they were happy.’
‘It was bad,’ said the priest. ‘Evil came of it. You need tell me no more. Evil always comes of such liaisons.
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J. Ewing Ritchie Crying for the Light; Or, Fifty Years Ago…

To the carnal mind their self-sufficiency and self-satisfaction is amusing. It is almost beautiful, the smile with which they listen to one another, and the calm contempt with which they regard everyone not of their way of thinking. By the side of them an iceberg is genial, and their power is as great as their faith. All the artillery of heaven is in their hands. Peace is theirs, but it is truly a peace that passeth all understanding; they are not as other men are. To the outer world their cry is, ‘Procul este, profani!’
But let us return to the Colonel’s lady.
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