The Aged Monk.
"I will not boast a martyr's might
To leave my home without a sigh--
The dwelling of my past delight,
The shelter where I hoped to die."--Anon.
Much was Carlos strengthened by the result of his interview with Don
Juan. The thing that he greatly feared, his beloved brother's wrath and
scorn, had not come upon him. Juan had shown, instead, a moderation, a
candour, and a willingness to listen, which, while it really amazed him,
inspired him with the happiest hopes. With a glad heart he repeated the
Psalmist's exulting words: "The Lord is my strength and my shield; my
heart hath trusted in him and I am helped; therefore my heart danceth
for joy, and in my song will I praise him."
He soon perceived that the Chapter was over; for figures, robed in white
and brown, were moving here and there amongst the trees. He entered the
house, and without happening to meet any one, made his way to the
deserted Chapter-room. Its sole remaining occupant was a very aged
monk, the oldest member of the community. He was seated at the table,
his face buried in his hands, and his frail, worn frame quivering as if
with sobs.