Hadrian detached Himself from a reverie. "Little Saint Hugh? Fancy your remembering that!" And He again dived into silence.
"One would hardly fail to remember anything You said or did in those days, Holy Father."
The Pope said nothing. He was thinking of something else.
"I put the picture you painted of Little Saint Hugh up in our refectory at Dynam House."
No answer came. The cardinal's long eyelashes lifted a little as he looked at his companion. He was not sure that his attempt at conversation was welcome.
"Your Holiness does not care to be reminded perhaps. I did not mean to intrude. Sorry."
Hadrian put out a hand. "No, Percy, you don't intrude. We were wondering how long this King is going to be."
"Which King?"
"Italy."
"Oh. Yes?"