"Into your hands, papa?"
"Under Providence, yes; I say it reverently. You are my daughter, and in service and loyalty to the Church you and I are as one."
She looked at him steadfastly, but did not respond in words.
"A great opportunity," he said again; "a great power for righteousness, to save the Church in her dire need. That is a great thing to be able to do—worth more than anything else that life can offer. To you, my daughter, that call has come; how will you answer it?"
Her face had grown white, but was still hard to his appeal; he had not won her yet.
"Yes," she said, "I do partly understand. I will do all for you that I can."
"Then you will release the Prince from his bond."
"He does not ask to be released."
"That may be."
Then there was silence.