THE FINANCIER 
dignified and made impressive by the rich, lacy vestments 
of the priests and the acolytes, the impressive needle- 
work and gorgeous colorings of the amice, chasuble, cope, 
stole, and maniple, took her fancy and held her eye. Let 
us say there was always lurking in her a sense of grandeur 
coupled with a love of color and a love of love. From the 
first she was somewhat sex-conscious. She had no desire 
for accuracy—those so organized rarely do—no desire for 
precise information. Innate sensuousness rarely has. It 
basks in sunshine, bathes in color, dwells in a sense of the 
impressive and the gorgeous, and rests there. Activity 
is not necessary except in the case of aggressive, acquisi- 
tive natures when it manifests itself as a desire to seize. 
Sensuousness can be so manifested in the most active 
dispositions, and apparently only in such. 
There is need of guarding such statements in their 
application to Aileen. It would hardly do to speak of 
her nature as being definitely sensual at this time. It 
was too rudimentary. Any harvest is of long gathering. 
The confessional, dim on Friday and Saturday nights, when 
the church was lighted but by few lamps, and the priest's 
warnings, penances, and ecclesiastical forgiveness whis- 
pered through narrow lattices, moved her as something 
subtly pleasing. She was not afraid of her sins. Hell, 
so definitely set forth, did not frighten her. Really, it 
had not laid hold on her conscience. The old women and 
men hobbling into church, bowed in prayer, murmuring 
over their beads, were objects of curious interest like the 
wood-carvings in the peculiar array of wood-reliefs em- 
phasizing the stations of the Cross. She herself liked to 
confess, particularly when she was fourteen and fifteen, 
and to listen to the priest's voice as he admonished her 
with, " Now, my dear child." A particularly old priest, 
a French father, who came to hear their confessions at 
St. Agatha's, interested her as being kind and sweet. 
He was old and bent, with a narrow, sallow face and 
large, kindly eyes. They were sad, and she felt sorry 
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