His father stopped decisively at the door of the church.
"I've decided4 you'd better go to confession5 again. Go in and tell Father Schwartz what you did and ask God's pardon."
"You lost your temper, too!" said Rudolph quickly.
Carl Miller took a step toward his son, who moved cautiously backward.
"All right, I'll go."
"All right."
Rudolph walked into the church, and for the second time in two days entered the confessional and knelt down. The slat went up almost at once.
"I accuse myself of missing my morning prayers."
"Is that all?"
"That's all."
A maudlin7 exultation8 filled him. Not easily ever again would he be able to put an abstraction before the necessities of his ease and pride. An invisible line had been crossed, and he had become aware of his isolation—aware that it applied9 not only to those moments when he was Blatchford Sarnemington but that it applied to all his inner life. Hitherto such phenomena10 as "crazy" ambitions and petty shames and fears had been but private reservations, unacknowledged before the throne of his official soul. Now he realized unconsciously that his private reservations were himself—and all the rest a garnished11 front and a conventional flag. The pressure of his environment had driven him into the lonely secret road of adolescence12.
He knelt in the pew beside his father. Mass began. Rudolph knelt up—when he was alone he slumped13 his posterior back against the seat—and tasted the consciousness of a sharp, subtle revenge. Beside him his father prayed that God would forgive Rudolph, and asked also that his own outbreak of temper would be pardoned. He glanced sidewise at this son, and was relieved to see that the strained, wild look had gone from his face and that he had ceased sobbing15. The Grace of God, inherent in the Sacrament, would do the rest, and perhaps after Mass everything would be better. He was proud of Rudolph in his heart, and beginning to be truly as well as formally sorry for what he had done.
Usually, the passing of the collection box was a significant point for Rudolph in the services. If, as was often the case, he had no money to drop in he would be furiously ashamed and bow his head and pretend not to see the box, lest Jeanne Brady in the pew behind should take notice and suspect an acute family poverty. But to-day he glanced coldly into it as it skimmed under his eyes, noting with casual interest the large number of pennies it contained.
When the bell rang for communion, however, he quivered. There was no reason why God should not stop his heart. During the past twelve hours he had committed a series of mortal sins increasing in gravity, and he was now to crown them all with a blasphemous16 sacrilege.
"Domini, non sum dignus; ut interes sub tectum meum; sed tantum dic verbo, et sanabitur anima mea...."
There was a rustle17 in the pews, and the communicants worked their ways into the aisle18 with downcast eyes and joined hands. Those of larger piety19 pressed together their finger-tips to form steeples. Among these latter was Carl Miller. Rudolph followed him toward the altar-rail and knelt down, automatically taking up the napkin under his chin. The bell rang sharply, and the priest turned from the altar with the white Host held above the chalice20:
"Corpus Domini nostri Jesu Christi custodiat animam meam in vitam æternam."
A cold sweat broke out on Rudolph's forehead as the communion began. Along the line Father Schwartz moved, and with gathering21 nausea22 Rudolph felt his heart-valves weakening at the will of God. It seemed to him that the church was darker and that a great quiet had fallen, broken only by the inarticulate mumble23 which announced the approach of the Creator of Heaven and Earth. He dropped his head down between his shoulders and waited for the blow.
Then he felt a sharp nudge in his side. His father was poking24 him to sit up, not to slump14 against the rail; the priest was only two places away.
"Corpus Domini nostri Jesu Christi custodiat animam meam in vitam æternam."
Rudolph opened his mouth. He felt the sticky wax taste of the wafer on his tongue. He remained motionless for what seemed an interminable period of time, his head still raised, the wafer undissolved in his mouth. Then again he started at the pressure of his father's elbow, and saw that the people were falling away from the altar like leaves and turning with blind downcast eyes to their pews, alone with God.
Rudolph was alone with himself, drenched25 with perspiration26 and deep in mortal sin. As he walked back to his pew the sharp taps of his cloven hoofs27 were loud upon the floor, and he knew that it was a dark poison he carried in his heart.
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