This figure was a conspicuous one, even in that crowd, and the ladies had noticed it at the very first.
As the Pope drove up they saw this long, slim, thin, cadaverous man, in his suit of rusty black, edging his way through the crowd, so as to get nearer, until at length he stood immediately behind the line of Swiss Guards, who were keeping the crowd back, and forming a passageway for the Pope.

Meanwhile his Holiness was advancing through the crowd.

He reached out his hand, and smiled and bowed and murmured a blessing over them.

At last his carriage stopped.

The door was opened, and several attendants prepared to receive the Pope and assist him out.
At that instant the tall, slim stranger pushed forward his sallow head, with its long, lanky, and rusty black hair, between two Swiss Guards, and tried to squeeze between them.