"I have written to her," he added after a pause; "and she has not answered. Will your Grace be good enough——"
"I do not think she will. She prays for you. If you came, I was to tell you that."
Again there was silence for a time.
"When I was a child," said the Prince, "I had an old nurse, who whenever I did anything wrong—as whipping was not allowed—used to go down on her knees and pray for me; and she always did it against a blank wall. I suppose it helped her. That has always remained my vision of prayer. And now I shall always think of your daughter with her dear face turned to a blank wall, praying for you and me—her murderers."
He went out.
"Upon my word!" thought the Archbishop, "that is a dangerous man to be heir to a throne."