But there was no great need for caution at present. The old priest who had spoken to him before stepped a little in advance of the rest, and turning, said in a low sentence or two to the Benedictines; and the group stopped, though one or two still eyed, it seemed, with sympathy, the man who awaited him. Then the priest came up alone and put his hand on the arm of the chair.
"Come out this way," he whispered. "There's a path behind, Monsignor, and I've sent orders for the car to be there."
The man rose obediently (he could do nothing else), passed down the steps and behind the canopy. A couple of police stood there in an unfamiliar, but unmistakable uniform, and these drew themselves up and saluted. They went on down the little pathway and out through a side-gate. Here again the crowd was tremendous, but barriers kept them away, and the two passed on together across the pavement, saluted by half a dozen men who were pressed against the barriers--(it was here, for the first time, that the bewildered man
The dream or vision of an apostate priest on his death bed of the triumph of the Church if there were a general return to Philosphia Perennis (perennial philosophy -- correct thought). This book was written in response to those who thought that Lord of the World was too dark and gloomy!