I shall always remember with pleasure the day when I met an unknown relation." "The Albergo di Napoli will not forget that Prince Saracinesca has been its guest," replied Giovanni politely, a smile upon his thin lips.

He shook hands with both his guests, and ushered them out to the door with a courteous bow.

Before they had gone twenty yards in the street, the Prince looked back and caught a last glimpse of Giovanni's towering figure, standing upon the steps with the bright light falling upon it from within.

He remembered that impression long.
At the door of his own inn he took leave of the good curate with many expressions of thanks, and with many invitations to the Palazzo Saracinesca, in case the old man ever visited Home.
"I have never seen Rome, your Excellency," answered the priest, rather sadly.

"I am an old man--I shall never see it now." So they parted, and the Prince had a solitary supper of pigeons and salad in the great dusky hall of the Locanda del Sole, while his horses were being got ready for the long night-journey.
The meeting and the whole clearing up of the curious difficulty had produced a profound impression upon the old Prince.