[Disturbed.] My dear Miss Marie, I do not understand the reason for your agitation, and I will not question you! But of your struggles--you shall know that you have a friend near you, on whom you can rely, now and for all time to come. Marie, I don't know how to express myself; but I desire to shield and protect you all your life--I will worship you----
Marie.
Pastor, do you know who and what I am?
Pastor.
I do!
Marie.
And who my mother is?
Pastor.
I know all!