This would mean an unique sight by and bye.

Eight years before, he remembered, after the freedom of Rome, there had been a similar assembly; but the Cardinals at that time amounted to no more than fifty-three all told, and four had been absent.
Then he heard voices in his ante-room, a quick step, and a loud English expostulation.

That was curious, and he sat up.
Then he heard a sentence.
"His Eminence must go to vest; it is useless." There was a sharp answer, a faint scuffle, and a snatch at the handle.
This was indecent; so Percy stood up, made three strides of it to the door, and tore it open.
A man stood there, whom at first he did not recognise, pale and disordered.
"Why---" began Percy, and recoiled.
"Mr.Phillips!" he said.
The other threw out his hands.
"It is I, sir--your Eminence--this moment arrived.

It is life and death.
Your servant tells me---" "Who sent you ?" "Father Blackmore." "Good news or bad ?" The man rolled his eyes towards the servant, who still stood erect and offended a yard away; and Percy understood.
He put his hand on the other's arm, drawing him through the doorway.
"Tap upon this door in two minutes, James," he said.
They passed across the polished floor together; Percy went to his usual place in the window, leaned against the shutter, and spoke.
"Tell me in one sentence, sir," he said to the breathless man.
"There is a plot among the Catholics.

They intend destroying the Abbey to-morrow with explosives.