The Pope's head sank on his breast; the Capuchin looked steadfastly at Roma.
When the Pope walked in his garden that afternoon as usual, the old Capuchin was with him.
Once or twice the Capuchin said, "And how did you find my young penitent this morning?"
The Capuchin took snuff and answered, "Your Holiness is always so good as to say so."
The Capuchin pushed his handkerchief ...