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Updated: June 12, 2025


And then, as if fearing that the young priest might have understood by his first words that he had just seen Monsignor Gamba, the most easily terrified prelate of the whole prudent pontifical family, he related that he had been running about since an early hour on behalf of two French ladies, who likewise were dying of a desire to see the Pope.

"Well, her son can afford it," said Monsignor affably. "Why shouldn't she enjoy herself in her own way?" "Thrue for you, Father Phil; I ought to call you Morrisania, but the ould names are always the shweetest. He has the money, and he knows how to spind it, an' if he didn't she'd show him. Oh, but he's the fine b'y! Did ye ever see annywan grow more an' more like his father, pace to his ashes.

The captain smiled. "It's pretty straightforward," he said. "The Michael line runs the first week of every month; the Gabriel the second, and so on." "Then " "Yes," put in Father Jervis. "Whose idea was it to dedicate the lines to the archangels? I forget." "Ah! that's ancient history to me, father. . . . Excuse me, Monsignor; I think I hear my bell." he wheeled, saluting again, and was off.

The old priest drew out a key and unlocked the door before them; and together they turned to the left up the corridor, and passed into a large, pleasant room looking out on to the street, with a further door communicating, it seemed, with a bedroom beyond. Fortunately they had met no one on the way. "Here we are," said Father Jervis cheerfully. "Now, Monsignor, do you know where you are?"

Southminster's a baker, though." Monsignor was silent. But it certainly seemed simple.

I desired him to be shewn in, and he made his appearance accompanied my Monsignor Cornaro, whom I feigned not to know. M. Orsi remarked that he had called to offer me his services for my letters of exchange, and introduced the prelate. I rose and expressed my gratification at making his acquaintance. "But we have met before," he replied, "at Venice and Rome."

"He is considered one of the best they have," said the other "I asked for him specially. He hardly ever fails. You are impressed by him?" "Oh yes . . . but he did nothing particular." "That is just it," smiled the old priest. He added after a pause, as the bell rang "You feel ready for work again? You know what lies before you?" Monsignor nodded slowly.

And then, as if fearing that the young priest might have understood by his first words that he had just seen Monsignor Gamba, the most easily terrified prelate of the whole prudent pontifical family, he related that he had been running about since an early hour on behalf of two French ladies, who likewise were dying of a desire to see the Pope.

"We are just entering the northern quarter. It is the serious cases that are dealt with here." "Serious?" "Yes; where there is a complete breakdown of mental powers. That building there is the first of the block of the gravest cases of all real mania." Monsignor leaned forward to look.

What I wanted to tell you is that your stanzas are, I am afraid, too pretty, for the marchioness adores them. If you had read them to me in the same way that she does, I could never have made up my mind to offer them." "But she believes them to be written by your eminence?" "Of course." "That is the essential point, monsignor."

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