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Thirty
hours
later
Father
Ralph
walked
into
the
Archbishop
Papal
Legate
's
chamber
,
crossed
the
room
to
kiss
his
master
's
ring
,
and
flung
himself
wearily
into
a
chair
.
It
was
only
as
he
felt
those
lovely
,
omniscient
eyes
on
him
that
he
realized
how
peculiar
he
must
look
,
why
so
many
people
had
stared
at
him
since
he
got
off
the
train
at
Central
.
Without
remembering
the
suitcase
Father
Watty
Thomas
was
keeping
for
him
at
the
presbytery
,
he
had
boarded
the
night
mail
with
two
minutes
to
spare
and
come
six
hundred
miles
in
a
cold
train
clad
in
shirt
,
breeches
and
boots
,
soaking
wet
,
never
noticing
the
chill
.
So
he
looked
down
at
himself
with
a
rueful
smile
,
then
across
at
the
Archbishop
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
Your
Grace
.
So
much
has
happened
I
did
n't
think
how
odd
I
must
look
.
"
"
Do
n't
apologize
,
Ralph
.
"
Unlike
his
predecessor
,
he
preferred
to
call
his
secretary
by
his
Christian
name
.
"
I
think
you
look
very
romantic
and
dashing
.
Only
a
trifle
too
secular
,
do
n't
you
agree
?
"
"
Very
definitely
on
the
secular
bit
,
anyway
.
As
to
the
romantic
and
dashing
,
Your
Grace
,
it
's
just
that
you
're
not
used
to
seeing
what
is
customary
garb
in
Gillanbone
.
"
"
My
dear
Ralph
,
if
you
took
it
into
your
head
to
don
sackcloth
and
ashes
,
you
'd
manage
to
make
yourself
seem
romantic
and
dashing
!
The
riding
habit
suits
you
,
though
,
it
really
does
.
Almost
as
well
as
a
soutane
,
and
do
n't
waste
your
breath
telling
me
you
are
n't
very
well
aware
it
becomes
you
more
than
a
priest
's
black
suit
.
You
have
a
peculiar
and
a
most
attractive
way
of
moving
,
and
you
have
kept
your
fine
figure
;
I
think
perhaps
you
always
will
.
I
also
think
that
when
I
am
recalled
to
Rome
I
shall
take
you
with
me
.
It
will
afford
me
great
amusement
to
watch
your
effect
on
our
short
,
fat
Italian
prelates
.
The
beautiful
sleek
cat
among
the
plump
startled
pigeons
.
"
Rome
!
Father
Ralph
sat
up
in
his
chair
.
"
Was
it
very
bad
,
my
Ralph
?
"
the
Archbishop
went
on
,
smoothing
his
beringed
milky
hand
rhythmically
across
the
silky
back
of
his
purring
Abyssinian
cat
.
"
Terrible
,
Your
Grace
.
"
