"At nine the procession leaves St. Peter's to go to the Lateran—at least they call it nine. There the Holy Father sings Mass, as bishop in his own cathedral. On the return of the procession, I suppose about midday, the Holy Father visits the tomb of St. Peter. Then this afternoon he is present at Vespers in St. Peter's; and afterwards gives the blessing Urbi et Orbi from the window as usual."
"What would you advise?"
"Well, I should advise your remaining here till mid-day. There's no use in overdoing it. We can see everything admirably. Then we can go into St. Peter's for the visit to the tomb, and come back here to dejeuner. After that we can arrange about the rest of the day."
"Very good. Then let us have something to eat at once."
"Who's Prince George of England?" demanded Monsignor presently as they sat over coffee.
Father Jervis laughed.
"You've found that out, have you? Yes, he's here, of course. Well, he's the second son: he's only a boy. He's over here to represent the King. Every sovereign sends a prince of the blood-royal for to-day. Even the German Emperor."
"Do you mean from Europe?"
"I mean from the whole world. You see the East is scarcely three days away by the fast volors; so even the Chinese——"
"Do you mean that China and Japan send representatives?"