When her father informed her of his intended marriage, Mariquita was
much more taken aback than he had foreseen. He had supposed she must
have observed more or less what was coming.
"Marry Sarella, father!" she exclaimed, too thoroughly astonished to
weigh her words, "but you are her uncle!"
Don Joaquin, who was pale enough ordinarily, reddened angrily.
"I am no relation whatever to her," he protested fiercely. "How dare you
accuse your father of wishing to marry his own niece? How dare you
insult Sarella by supposing she would marry her uncle?"
It was terrible to Mariquita to see her father so furious. He had never
been soft or tender to her, but he had hardly ever shown any anger
towards her, and now he looked at her as if he disliked her.
It did astonish her that Sarella should be willing to marry her uncle.
Sarella had indeed, as Don Joaquin had not, thought of the difficulty;
but she saw that there appeared to be none to him; no doubt, he knew
what was the marriage-law among Catholics, and perhaps that was why he
was so insistent as to her being one.
"I know," Mariquita said gently, "that there is no blood relationship
between her and you. She is my first cousin, but she is only your niece
by marriage. I do not even know what the Church lays down."
Her father was still angry with her, but he was startled as well. He did
not know any better than herself what the Church laid down. He did know
that between him and Sarella there was no real relationship--in the law
of nature there was nothing to bar their marriage, and he had acted in
perfect good faith. But he did not intend to break the Church's law
again.
"If you are ignorant of the Church's law," he said severely, "you should
not talk as if you knew it."
She knew she had not so talked, but she made no attempt to excuse
herself.
"It is," she said quietly, "quite easy to find out. The priest at
Maxwell would tell you immediately."
She saw that her father, though still frowning heavily, was not entirely
disregardful of her suggestion.
"Father," she went on in a low gentle tone, "I beg your pardon if, being
altogether surprised, I spoke suddenly, and seemed disrespectful."
"You were very disrespectful," he said, with stiff resentment.
Mariquita's large grave eyes were full of tears, but he did not notice
them, and would have been unmoved if he had seen them. It was difficult
for her to keep them from overflowing, and more difficult to go on with
what she wished to say.
"You know," she said, "that there are things which the Church does not
allow except upon conditions, but does allow on conditions--"
"What things?"
"For instance, marriage with a person who is not a Catholic--"
Don Joaquin received a sudden illumination. Yes! With a dispensation
that would have been dutiful which he had done undutifully without one.
"You think a dispensation can be obtained in--in this case."
"Father," she answered almost in a whisper, "I am quite ignorant about
it."
He had severely reprimanded her for speaking, being ignorant. Now he
wanted encouragement and ordered her to speak.
"But say what you think," he said dictatorially.
"As there is no real relationship," she answered, courageously enough
after her former snubbing, "if such a marriage is forbidden" (he scowled
blackly, but she went on), "it cannot be so by the law of God, but by
the law of the Church. She cannot give anyone permission to disregard
God's law, but she can, I suppose, make exception to her own law. That
is what we call a dispensation. God does not forbid the use of meat on
certain days, but she does. If God forbade it she could never give
leave for it; but she often gives leave--not only to a certain person,
but to a whole diocese, or a whole country even, for temporary
reasons--what we call a dispensation."
Don Joaquin had listened carefully. He was much more ignorant of
ecclesiastical matters than his daughter. He had never occupied himself
with considering the reasons behind ecclesiastical regulations, and much
that he heard now came like entirely new knowledge. But he was Spaniard
enough to understand logic very readily, and he did understand
Mariquita.
"So," he queried eagerly, "you think that even if such a marriage is
against regulation" (he would not say "forbidden"), "there might be a
dispensation?"
"I do not see why there should not."
"Of course, there is no reason," he said loftily, adding with ungracious
ingratitude, "and it was extremely out of place for you to look shocked
when I told you of my purpose."
Mariquita accepted this further reproof meekly. Don Joaquin was only
asserting his dignity, that had lain a little in abeyance while he was
listening to her explanations.
"I shall have to be away all to-morrow," he said, "on business. I do not
wish you to say anything to Sarella till I give you permission."
"Of course not."
Don Joaquin was not addicted to telling fibs--except business ones; in
selling a horse he regarded them as merely the floral ornaments of a
bargain, which would have an almost indecent nakedness without them. But
on this occasion he stooped to a moderate prevarication.
"Sarella," he confidentially informed that lady, "I shall be up before
sunrise and away the whole of to-morrow. Sometime the day after I shall
have a good chance of telling Mariquita. Don't you hint anything to her
meanwhile."
"Not I," Sarella promised.
("A hitch somewhere," she thought, feeling pretty sure that he had
spoken to Mariquita already.)
When Don Joaquin, after his return from Maxwell, spoke to Mariquita
again, he once more condescended to some half-truthfulness--necessary,
as he considered, to that great principle of diplomacy--the balance of
power. A full and plain explanation of the exact position would, he
thought, unduly exalt his daughter's wisdom and foresight at the expense
of his own.
"The priest," he informed her, "will, _of course_, be very pleased to
marry Sarella and myself when we are ready. That will not be until she
has been instructed and baptized. It will not be for a month or two."
Mariquita offered her respectful congratulations both on Sarella's
willingness to become a Catholic, and on the marriage itself. She was
little given to asking questions, and was quite aware that her father
had no wish to answer any in the present instance.
Neither did he tell Sarella that a dispensation would be necessary;
still less, that the priest believed the dispensation would have to be
sought, through the Bishop, of course, from the Papal Delegate, and
professed himself even uncertain whether the Papal Delegate himself
might not refer to Rome before granting it, though he (the priest)
thought it more probable that His Excellency would grant the
dispensation without such reference.
Don Joaquin merely gave Sarella to understand that their marriage would
follow her reception into the Church, and that the necessary instruction
previous to that reception would take some time.