First came the priests, with mitres on their heads, and clothed in long lace robes.

走在队伍前的是一尖高帽，身穿花袈裟的僧侣，前后簇拥着多男人、妇女和孩子。

Montanelli bent his head to receive the jewelled mitre.

蒙泰尼里低下接受镶有宝石的法冠。

" Monseigneur, I will go and fetch the mitre if your grace will let me" .

“大人，如果您允的话，我会去取回法冠”。

" What do you think of my mitre, monsieur, is it on right" ?

“您觉得我的法冠怎么样，先生，它在右边吗？”

The deacon of honour, bending forward to take off the mitre, whispered again, hesitatingly: " Your Eminence" !

荣誉执事弯下腰摘下法冠， 又吞吞吐吐地低声说：“法！”

These gentlemen succumbed in spite of themselves to his imperious look, and gave him Monseigneur's mitre.

这先生们不由自主地屈服于他专横的目光，并给了他大人的冠冕。

The familiar ceremony went on; and Montanelli sat erect and still, his glittering mitre and gold-brocaded vestments flashing back the sunlight, and the heavy folds of his white festival mantle sweeping down over the red carpet.

熟悉的仪式继续进行；蒙泰尼里笔直而静止地坐着，他闪闪发光的法冠和金色锦缎法衣在阳光下闪闪发光，他白色节日披风的厚重褶皱扫过地毯。