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"It is not far from this," said the cardinal; "God be praised!

And probably--" so saying, he approached a table, and rang a

little bell. The chaplain entered, with an unquiet look; in

amazement he beheld the altered countenance of the Unknown, on

which the traces of tears were still visible; and glancing at

that of the cardinal, he perceived, through its wonted calmness,

an expression of great satisfaction, mingled with extraordinary

solicitude. He was roused from the astonishment which the

contemplation excited, by a question of the cardinal, if, among

the curates in the hall, "there was one from ***?"

"There is, most illustrious lord," replied the chaplain.

"Bring him hither immediately," said Frederick, "and with him,

the curate of this parish."

The chaplain obeyed, and went to the hall where the priests were

assembled. All eyes were turned towards him. He cried aloud, "His

most illustrious and reverend lordship asks for the curate of

this parish and the curate of ***."