The question was beyond her in details. She replied to its scope, which was all that she understood.
"I will be what God makes me."
"Amen," answered the Earl. "Be what God makes thee,—not Satan, nor thine own foolish fantasies. Farewell, my little one. I am going a long journey, my Nannette."
"Will you be back soon?"
"Nay, I think not. Farewell, my darling—God go with thee and bless thee!"
He kissed them all and gave them his blessing. Then he went back to his own room, where he found Mr. Robesart awaiting him.
"Father, it behoveth me to set forth for Ireland with the dawn, and I would vain have taken you withal. Can you be ready?"
"A priest is always ready," was the reply. "At what hour shall I wait upon your Lordship?"
"At four of the clock I think to set out."
"You shall find me in attendance. Can I serve your Lordship in any other way?"