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Guy took his leave and was at Matchet when Italy surrendered. News of the King's flight came on the day the brigade landed at Salerno. It brought Guy some momentary exhilaration.

"That looks like the end of the Piedmontese usurpation," he said to his father. "What a mistake the Lateran Treaty was. It seemed masterly at the time--how long? Fifteen years ago? What are fifteen years in the history of Rome? How much better it would have been if the Popes had sat it out and then emerged saying: 'What was all that? Risorgimento? Garibaldi? Cavour? The House of Savoy? Mussolini? Just some hooligans from out of town causing a disturbance. Come to think of it, wasn't there once a poor little boy whom they called King of Rome?' That's what the Pope ought to be saying today."

Mr. Crouchback regarded his son sadly. "My dear boy," he said, "you're really making the most terrible nonsense, you know. That isn't at all what the Church is like. It isn't what she's for."

They were walking along the cliffs returning at dusk to the Marine Hotel with Mr. Crouchback's retriever, aging now, not gambolling as he used to but loping behind them. Mr. Crouchback had aged too and for the first time showed concern with his own health. They fell silent, Guy disconcerted by his father's rebuke, Mr. Crouchback still, it seemed, pondering the question he had raised; for when at length he spoke it was to say: "Of course it's reasonable for a soldier to rejoice in victory."