Percy murmured something.
“Yes; you are tired, no doubt,” said the Cardinal, pulling out a chair.
“Indeed not, your Eminence. I slept excellently.”
The Cardinal made a little gesture to a chair.
“But I must have a word with you. The Holy Father wishes to see you at eleven o’clock.”
Percy started a little.
“We move quickly in these days, father.... There is no time to dawdle. You understand that you are to remain in Rome for the present?”
“I have made all arrangements for that, your Eminence.”
“That is very well.... We are pleased with you here, Father Franklin. The Holy Father has been greatly impressed by your comments. You have foreseen things in a very remarkable manner.”
Percy flushed with pleasure. It was almost the first hint of encouragement he had had. Cardinal Martin went on.