"You tried perhaps the way of fear," said Maureen.
"Yes! I am afraid we did."
"Henrietta seems as determined as ever," said Maureen; "but what has made Daisy so ill?"
"It is a long story, Maureen, but I will tell it you in as few words as possible. I know the school—and when I say the school, I speak of the girls who have passed through their time of Penitence and Rebellion and through Discipline and Patience, and have learnt the joys which await those who follow His Commandments. These girls, and there are many of them in the school, will receive you, Maureen, with rejoicing. But you look very, very tired. Had you not better come to your chamber and sleep?"
"I—sleep?" said Maureen. "No; I want to work."
"But it would not be right for you to see those wild girls at present."
"Yes, it would be quite right," said Maureen. "Please pardon me, Mrs. Faithful, but I have come here principally to ask their forgiveness. I did them a very terrible wrong."
"Maureen, do I hear you aright? Your uncle said that the girl called Daisy tried to poison your horse."
"Yes—and I—oh I must not talk of it, except to them. I will find them—I must find them. May I go to my room just for a few minutes and wash and put on something white, and then I will go to them both."
"I am certain, my child, the doctor will not allow you to visit Daisy."