and he went out of the shop.

"That was not like Napoleon," said the head clerk; and then he added,
"Occasionally one meets with a priest who rises superior to his
profession."

The little man behind the enamel counter said nothing, but he drew his
hand across his eyes.




III


The following day was a busy one for the cardinal. While Pietro was
shaving him he parcelled out the hours.

"What time is it, Pietro?" he asked.

"Three minutes past seven, your eminence."

"Good," said the cardinal; "at half-past I make my mass; at eight, I
take my coffee; from eight to ten, my poor--by the way, Pietro, is there
any money in the house?"

"Yes, your eminence," said Pietro; "there are eight hundred lire in your
desk."

"Take fifty of them to Signor Testolini, in the Piazza, with my thanks,"