(I) "Just be natural," whispered Father Jervis a quarter of an hour later, as they passed through the big ante-room.

"You needn't explain a word.

I've told him everything." He tapped; and a voice answered.
Sitting in a big arm-chair drawn up to the writing-table, the man who had lost his memory saw a tall, thin figure, in black with scarlet buttons, and a small scarlet skull-cap crowning his iron-grey hair.

It was a little hard to make out the face at first, as the window was immediately beyond it; but he saw almost immediately that, although the face smiled at him reassuringly and welcomingly, it was entirely unfamiliar.
The Cardinal stood up as the two approached, pushing back his chair, and held out both his hands.
"My dear Monsignor," he said, and grasped the other's hands firmly and kindly.
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