This was very quickly done, but to-day the great man was curious and wanted to know all about it.
"What is your son's Christian name, your Reverence?"
"Henry."
"How old is he?"
"Sixteen."
"Just as old as my lad. Then, how old may your Reverence be."
"Forty-seven, by the favour of God."
"Just my age. Perhaps we were born on the same day."
"I came into the world on the festival of St. John Chrysostom."
"So did I. That's very right. And why, then, do you want to send your son abroad? And so far too? It is to the Sorbonne at Paris, isn't it?"