In a corner too there was a large clock, loudly ticking in its ebony case incrusted with brass-work.

Still there was nothing to awaken curiosity under the panelled and gilded ceiling unless it were the wall-hangings of red damask, on which yellow scutcheons displaying the Keys and the Tiara alternated with armorial lions, each with a paw resting on a globe.
Signor Squadra, however, now noticed that Pierre still carried his hat in his hand, whereas according to etiquette he should have left it in the hall of the _bussolanti_, only cardinals being privileged to carry their hats with them into the Pope's presence.

Accordingly he discreetly took the young priest's from him, and deposited it on the pier table to indicate that it must at least remain there.

Then, without a word, by a simple bow he gave Pierre to understand that he was about to announce him to his Holiness, and that he must be good enough to wait for a few minutes in that room.
On being left to himself Pierre drew a long breath.

He was stifling; his heart was beating as though it would burst.