“Doff thy jewels,” said Fra Jerome sternly.
“I will. I will.”
“Doff thy silk and velvet; and in humbler garb than wears thy meanest servant, wend thou instant to Loretto.”
“I will,” said the princess faintly.
“No shoes; but a bare sandal.'
“No father.”
“Wash the feet of pilgrims both going and coming; and to such of them as be holy friars tell thy sin, and abide their admonition.”
“Oh, holy father, let me wear my mask.”
“Humph!”
“Oh, mercy! Bethink thee! My features are known through Italy.”