He has a college of priests, and the service at his oratory is more nobly intoned than that in the private chapel of the Holy Father himself.

When he goes in procession he has a thurifer carried before him by the Pope's special permission.
And I tell you, you are just the lad to take his fancy.

That I can see at a glance.

I warrant you, Master Laurence, if you will come with me, the marshal will make your fortune." "Did the other young fellow make his fortune ?" said Laurence.

Gilles de Sille glared as if he could have slain him.
"What other ?" he growled, truculently.
"Why, the son of the poor woman who cried beneath your kind master's window the night before yestreen'." The lank swarthy youth ground his teeth.
"'Tis ill speaking against dignities," he replied presently, with a certain sullen pride.