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Both
prelates
rose
,
their
late
differences
smoothed
from
their
faces
,
smiling
.
"
This
is
a
great
pleasure
,
Your
Excellency
.
Wo
n't
you
sit
down
?
Would
you
like
tea
?
"
The
conversation
was
conducted
in
German
,
since
many
of
the
senior
members
of
the
Vatican
spoke
it
.
The
Holy
Father
was
fond
of
speaking
and
listening
to
German
.
"
Thank
you
,
Your
Eminence
,
I
would
.
Nowhere
else
in
Rome
does
one
get
such
superbly
English
tea
.
"
Cardinal
Vittorio
smiled
guilelessly
.
"
It
is
a
habit
I
acquired
while
I
was
the
Papal
Legate
in
Australia
,
and
which
,
for
all
my
innate
Italianness
,
I
have
not
been
able
to
break
.
"
"
And
you
,
Your
Grace
?
"
"
I
'm
an
Irishman
,
Herr
General
.
The
Irish
,
too
,
are
brought
up
on
tea
.
"
General
Albert
Kesselring
always
responded
to
Archbishop
de
Bricassart
as
one
man
to
another
;
after
these
slight
,
oily
Italian
prelates
he
was
so
refreshing
,
a
man
without
subtlety
or
cunning
,
straightforward
.
"
As
always
,
Your
Grace
,
I
am
amazed
at
the
purity
of
your
German
accent
,
"
he
complimented
.
"
I
have
an
ear
for
languages
,
Herr
General
,
which
means
it
's
like
all
talents
--
not
worth
praising
.
"
