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“IsitJohnofTuam?”
“Areyousureofthatnow?”askedMr.Fogartydubiously.“IthoughtitwassomeItalianorAmerican.”
“JohnofTuam,”repeatedMr.Cunningham,“wastheman.”
Hedrankandtheothergentlemenfollowedhislead.Thenheresumed:
“Theretheywereatit,allthecardinalsandbishopsandarchbishopsfromalltheendsoftheearthandthesetwofightingdoganddeviluntilatlastthePopehimselfstoodupanddeclaredinfallibilityadogmaoftheChurchexcathedra.OntheverymomentJohnMacHale,whohadbeenarguingandarguingagainstit,stoodupandshoutedoutwiththevoiceofalion:‘Credo!’”
“Ibelieve!”saidMr.Fogarty.
“Credo!”saidMr.Cunningham“Thatshowedthefaithhehad.HesubmittedthemomentthePopespoke.”
“AndwhataboutDowling?”askedMr.M’Coy.
“TheGermancardinalwouldn’tsubmit.Heleftthechurch.”
Mr.Cunningham’swordshadbuiltupthevastimageofthechurchinthemindsofhishearers.Hisdeep,raucousvoicehadthrilledthemasitutteredthewordofbeliefandsubmission.WhenMrs.Kernancameintotheroom,dryingherhandsshecameintoasolemncompany.Shedidnotdisturbthesilence,butleanedovertherailatthefootofthebed.
“IoncesawJohnMacHale,”saidMr.Kernan,“andI’llneverforgetitaslongasIlive.
