He was slight and neat.
"This is an old school friend of mine," said Sarrion by way of introduction.

"He is a bishop," he added.
And Juanita knelt on the road while he laid his hand on her hair with a smile half amused and half pathetic.

He looked twenty years younger than Sarrion, and laying aside his sacerdotal manner as suddenly as he had assumed it on Juanita's instinctive initiation, he helped her into the carriage with a grave and ceremonious courtesy.
"This is your own carriage," she said when they were all seated.
"Yes--from Torre Garda," answered Sarrion.

"And it is Pietro who is driving.

So you are among friends." "And dear old Perro running at the side," exclaimed Juanita, jumping up and putting her head out of the window to encourage Perro with a greeting.