“I wish, Father,” Mark’s voice was very tense, “that I could look at things as you do.  But I know how a court works, and how serious are the games of kings.  Then I haven’t religion to help me, as you have.”

“I question a little,” replied Father Murray, “if that last statement is true—­that you have no religion.  You know, Mark, I am beginning to think you have a great deal of religion.  I wish that some who think that they have very much could learn how to make what is really their very little count as far as you have made yours count.  It dawned upon me to-night that there is a good reason why the most religious people never make the best diplomats.  Now, you would have been a failure in that career.”

“I think, Father Murray, that your good opinion of me is at least partly due to the fact that I may yet be your nephew.  Ruth is like a daughter to you; and so I gain in your esteem because of her.”

“Yes,” answered the priest thoughtfully, “Ruth is like a daughter to me.  And it is a strange feeling for a priest to have—­that he has someone looking up to him and loving him in that way.  Though a priest is constituted the same as other men, long training and experience have made his life and mental attitude different from those of men of more worldly aspirations.  A priest is bound to his work more closely than is any other person in the world.  Duty is almost an instinct with him.  That is why he seldom shines in any other line, no matter how talented he may be.  Cardinal Richelieu and Cardinal Mazarin almost had to unfrock themselves in order to become statesmen.  Cardinal Wolsey left a heritage that at best is of doubtful value—­not because he was a priest as well as a lord chancellor, but because as lord chancellor he so often forgot that he was a priest.  There are many great priest-authors, but few of them are among the greatest.  A priest in politics does not usually hold his head, because politics isn’t his place.  There are priest-inventors; but somehow we forget the priest in the inventor, and feel that the latter title makes him a little less worthy of the former—­rather illogical, is it not?  The Abbot Mendel was a scientist, but it is only now that he is coming into his own; and how many know him only as Mendel, forgetting his priestly office?  Liszt was a cleric, but few called him Abbe.  A priest as a priest can be nothing else.  In fact, it is almost inevitable that his greatness in anything else will detract from his priesthood.  Now the Church, my dear Mark, has the wisdom of ages behind her.  She never judges from the exceptions, but always from the rule.  She gets better service from a man who has sunk his temporal interests in the spiritual.  She is the sternest mistress the ages have produced; she wants whole-hearted service or none at all.  I like thinking of Ruth as my daughter; but I am not averse, for the good of my ministry, to having someone else take the responsibility from off my shoulders.”