But in the Church you may count by the hundred men who die in a fit of rage, because they are unable to revenge themselves; because discipline closes their mouths and bows their heads.

Having no families, and no anxieties about earning their bread, most of us only live for self-love and pride." The Chapter formed their procession accompanied by His Eminence.

The scarlet Perrero headed the march, then came the black vergers and Silver Stick, making the tiles of the pavement ring with the blows of their staffs.

Behind came the archiepiscopal cross and the canons in pairs, and finally the prelate with his scarlet train spread out at full length, held up by two pages.

Don Sebastian blessed to the right and to the left, looking with his penetrating eyes at the faithful who bowed their heads.
His imperious character and the joy of his triumph made his glance flash.