Felicia came in as the words were spoken.
“I have permission to tell you something,” she said, with a light in her black eyes which Clarice felt sure meant mischief. “The Lady has appealed to the holy Father for a divorce from the Lord Earl.”
“Will she get it?” asked Olympias.
“No doubt of it,” replied Felicia dogmatically.
“And if so, what will she do then?” asked Ada.
“Her pious intention,” said Felicia, the black eyes dancing, “is to become a holy Sister of the Order of the blessed Saint Dominic.”
“Then what is to become of the Lord Earl?” queried Olympias. “I suppose he can marry somebody else. I hope he will.”
“That is no concern of the Lady’s,” said Felicia, in a tone of pious severity. “The religious do not trouble their holy repose about externs, except to offer prayers for their salvation.”
“Why, then, we shall all be turned out!” blankly cried Ada. “What is to become of us all?”
“What will become of me is already settled,” replied Felicia demurely. “I am about to make profession in the same convent with my mistress.”