They went on down the little pathway and out through a side-gate.

Here again the crowd was tremendous, but barriers kept them away, and the two passed on together across the pavement, saluted by half a dozen men who were pressed against the barriers--( it was here, for the first time, that the bewildered man noticed that the dresses seemed altogether unfamiliar)--and up to a car of a peculiar and unknown shape, that waited in the roadway, with a bare-headed servant, in some strange purple livery, holding the door open.
"After you, Monsignor," said the old priest.
The other stepped in and sat down.

The priest hesitated for an instant, and then leaned forward into the car.
"You have an appointment in Dean's Yard, Monsignor, you remember.
It's important, you know.

Are you too ill ?" "I can't.

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