mission. “Well, Julius, it is folly for us to quarrel, we are of too much use to each other. Forgive my frankness, for I have been seriously tried of late. I will do as you desire. When does this girl arrive?”
“In a few hours,” said Monseigneur, rising. “I go to accompany them hither. I am glad, Agnes, that you are wise enough not to break friendship with me. You say truly that we need each other. Farewell for a brief time.”
The Jesuit repaired at once to the house occupied by Madame La Tour and her daughter. He found them occupied in gathering together what effects could be conveniently carried with them.
Katharine was selecting a few volumes from a small bookcase.
“You do not need to take any books, my daughter,” said the Superior. “The convent library is quite extensive, and what farther reading matter you lack, I will see is supplied from my own library.”
“Permit me, holy father, to take these two volumes with me,” said Katharine, holding out a translation of the Bible used by the Huguenots and a collection of Theodore Beza's hymns. “I prize them highly, because they were so dear to my father,” added the girl.
“The poems you may keep, Mademoiselle, but we are strictly enjoined on peril of our souls not to meddle with the Word of God. This holy Word is
