And in this order they left the house and took the road leading to All Faith Church.
It was a clear, cold, bright winter day. Their road went through bare woods, up and down rolling hills, and across frozen creeks.
In the foremost carriage Odalite sat wrapped, as to her person, in manifold white furs; as to her spirit, in a dreamy reverie.
“Are you cold, dear?” her father inquired, anxiously.
“No, papa.”
“Are you not feeling well?”
“Oh, yes, papa.”
“You are so very quiet,” Mr. Force said.
“That is natural. Let us leave her to herself, dear,” Mrs. Force murmured, in a low tone.
An hour’s slow drive over difficult roads brought them near All Faith Church, an ancient edifice standing in a large grove.