Monsignor glanced up at the carved and painted arms above the doorway and smiled. "I did not know you were bringing me here," he said. "You know it?" "Why, it's the old palace where the kings of England lodged, isn't it?" Father Jervis smiled. "Your memory's improving," he said. Then a magnificent servant came out, bowed profoundly, and opened the door of the car. "By the way," said Father Jervis as they went in, "I'd better go and enquire the details at the Vatican. You might give me your card. I'll go at once, and then come back and join you at breakfast." It was a pleasant little suite of rooms, not unlike in arrangements to those of Versailles. The windows looked out on the central court, where a fountain played, and the rooms themselves were furnished in the usual Roman fashion--painted ceilings, stone floors, and a few damask hangings. Monsignor turned to the servant who was superintending the two Englishmen they had brought. "I've not been in Rome for some time," he said in Latin. "Tell me what this house is now?" "Monsignor, it is the English palace. Monsignor is in the apartment of His Eminence Cardinal Bellairs." "The King himself stays here?" "It is His Majesty's palace," said the man. "The Prince George arrived two days ago. His Highness is in the apartment below." Monsignor smiled. He understood now Father Jervis' evasions as to where they were to stay in Rome. Plainly it was determined that he should have a front seat at all ceremonies. Ten minutes later, as he came out of his bedroom, Father Jervis himself came in. "You have your choice, Monsignor," he said. "As a Domestic Prelate you have the right to walk in the procession (here is the permit), or as occupying rooms here we can, if you prefer, see the procession from the front windows." "Tell me what the programme is." "At nine the procession leaves St. Peter's to go to the Lateran--at least they call it nine. There the Holy Father sings Mass, as bishop in his own cathedral. On the return of the procession, I suppose about midday, the Holy Father visits the tomb of St. Peter. Then this afternoon he is present at Vespers in St. Peter's; and afterwards gives the blessing _Urbi et Orbi_ from the window as usual." "What would you advise?" "Well, I should advise your remaining here till mid-day. There's no use in overdoing it. We can see everything admirably. Then we can go into St. Peter's for the visit to the tomb, and come back here to dejeuner. After that we can arrange about the rest of the day." "Very good. Then let us have something to eat at once." "Who's Prince George of England?" demanded Monsignor presently as they sat over coffee. Father Jervis laughed. "You've found that out, have you? Yes, he's here, of course. Well, he's the second son: he's only a boy. He's over here to represent the King. Every sovereign sends a prince of the blood-royal for to-day. Even the German Emperor." "Do you mean from Europe?"