"I cannot," said the Archbishop. "She does."
This pulled Max up with a jerk: not that he yet believed it, however.
"Where is she now?" he inquired.
"She has joined the Sisterhood of Poverty. To-day she entered her profession."
The Prince choked.
"That is horrible!" he said. "You mean she has taken vows?"
The Archbishop of Ebury bowed his head. "For the remainder of my life at all events," he said in a stricken tone. "She will not return here. My house is left desolate to me—because of you."
"You still have guests," said the Prince.
"That is an unworthy gibe," retorted his Grace. "My work has still to go on."
"I beg your pardon," said Max.