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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 397 pages of information about The American.

Mrs. Tristram gave expression to the liveliest joy.  “I am so glad you have asked me to do something!” she cried.  “You shall get into the chapel if the abbe is disfrocked for his share in it.”  And two days afterwards she told him that it was all arranged; the abbe was enchanted to serve him, and if he would present himself civilly at the convent gate there would be no difficulty.

CHAPTER XXIV

Sunday was as yet two days off; but meanwhile, to beguile his impatience, Newman took his way to the Avenue de Messine and got what comfort he could in staring at the blank outer wall of Madame de Cintre’s present residence.  The street in question, as some travelers will remember, adjoins the Parc Monceau, which is one of the prettiest corners of Paris.  The quarter has an air of modern opulence and convenience which seems at variance with the ascetic institution, and the impression made upon Newman’s gloomily-irritated gaze by the fresh-looking, windowless expanse behind which the woman he loved was perhaps even then pledging herself to pass the rest of her days was less exasperating than he had feared.  The place suggested a convent with the modern improvements—­an asylum in which privacy, though unbroken, might be not quite identical with privation, and meditation, though monotonous, might be of a cheerful cast.  And yet he knew the case was otherwise; only at present it was not a reality to him.  It was too strange and too mocking to be real; it was like a page torn out of a romance, with no context in his own experience.

On Sunday morning, at the hour which Mrs. Tristram had indicated, he rang at the gate in the blank wall.  It instantly opened and admitted him into a clean, cold-looking court, from beyond which a dull, plain edifice looked down upon him.  A robust lay sister with a cheerful complexion emerged from a porter’s lodge, and, on his stating his errand, pointed to the open door of the chapel, an edifice which occupied the right side of the court and was preceded by the high flight of steps.  Newman ascended the steps and immediately entered the open door.  Service had not yet begun; the place was dimly lighted, and it was some moments before he could distinguish its features.  Then he saw it was divided by a large close iron screen into two unequal portions.  The altar was on the hither side of the screen, and between it and the entrance were disposed several benches and chairs.  Three or four of these were occupied by vague, motionless figures—­figures that he presently perceived to be women, deeply absorbed in their devotion.  The place seemed to Newman very cold; the smell of the incense itself was cold.  Besides this there was a twinkle of tapers and here and there a glow of colored glass.  Newman seated himself; the praying women kept still, with their backs turned.  He saw they were visitors like himself and he would have liked to see their faces; for he

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