But it suddenly struck him that if he knew that he was a Domestic Prelate, and if he could recognize a Franciscan, he must have seen those phenomena before.

Where?
When?
Little pictures began to form before him as a result of his intense mental effort, but they were far away and minute, like figures seen through the wrong end of a telescope; and they afforded no explanation.

But, as he bent his whole mind upon it, he remembered that he had been a priest--he had distinct memories of saying mass.

But he could not remember where or when; he could not even remember his own name.
This last horror struck him alert again.

_He did not know who he was_.