"Come now, I want you to write and invite him to meet you at your hotel, to dine with him, and to forgive him."
A terrible inner controversy ensued, and the Princess became ill over it. One can scarcely imagine what it all meant to her, and yet thousands have to go through the same.
Calling one day, the Maréchale found her in a cloud of cigarette smoke.
"Princess, how dare you smoke like this?"
"Well, I am surrounded by a thousand devils, blue, black and yellow. You have been neglecting me."
A ceaseless conflict was raging in her breast, and ere they parted that day she wrote a letter and said she would send it.
The Maréchale called again, and found that the letter had not been sent. Then the crisis came.
"Princess, you are lost. If you do not forgive, your heavenly Father will not forgive you."
"I cannot, I cannot."
She was in agony of soul.