CHAPTER X
THE POPE WINS
Now, Fifi really intended to go out to Fontainebleau
the next day to see the Holy Father, for,
although she cared little for the opinion of the
world in general, she had been deeply impressed
by the benignant old man, and she secretly
yearned for his approval. And besides, she had
an instinctive feeling that the Holy Father would
understand better than any one else in the world
why she wished to marry Cartouche. That tender,
serene soul of the old man, who cherished the affections
of his youth and who had sounded the depths
and measured the heights of human grandeur and
yet esteemed love the greatest thing in the world,
would understand a simple, loving heart like Fifi's.
It had been so easy to tell him all about Cartouche
and herself—and he had comprehended it so readily;
just the same, thought Fifi, as if he himself
had lived and worked and struggled as she and
Cartouche had lived and worked and struggled.
