“Your Eminence!”
As the Cardinal did not awake from his stupor, Colonel Ferrari repeated, louder:
“Your Eminence!”
Montanelli looked up.
“He is dead.”
“Quite dead, your Eminence. Will you not come away? This is a horrible sight.”
“He is dead,” Montanelli repeated, and looked down again at the face. “I touched him; and he is dead.”
“What does he expect a man to be with half a dozen bullets in him?” the lieutenant whispered contemptuously; and the doctor whispered back. “I think the sight of the blood has upset him.”
The Governor put his hand firmly on Montanelli's arm.
“Your Eminence—you had better not look at him any longer. Will you allow the chaplain to escort you home?”