"I fail to understand thee," replied Dinah.
"I will whisper it to thee, Dinah. My direst, darkest, most fearful enemy is coming on the scene—she whom I hate. Couldst thou not hide me from her?"
"What dost thou mean, Henrietta?"
"The one they call Maureen is coming. She is coming very soon, the day after to-morrow—quite early."
Dinah was silent.
"Couldst thou not hide me from her, dear Dinah?"
"Dost thou mean the young daughter of Maurice O'Brien of blessed memory? Ah, but to look into his eyes was to look into the Joy of Life, and the Peace of Heaven combined. It is impossible for thee, Henrietta, to hate that blessed child."
"And wilt thou also join the band of her worshippers?" asked Henrietta.
"I only worship the Lord my God, and Him only do I serve."
"Then thou wilt hate her?"