Angela looked at her intently.
"Are you at all prepared for what he will say?"
"Not in the least. What CAN he say?"
"Much that may vex you," said Angela. "Considering Aubrey Leigh's theories, he may perhaps reproach you for your intended marriage—or he may bring you information of the Pope's objection."
"Well! What of that?" demanded Sylvie.
"But you are a devout Catholic—"
"And you? With a great Cardinal for your uncle you paint 'The Coming of
Christ'! Ah!—I have seen that picture, Angela!"
"But I am different,—I am a worker, and I fear nothing," said Angela, her eyes beginning to shine with the latent force in her that was gradually resuming its dominion over her soul—"I thought long and deeply before I put my thought into shape—"
"And I thought long and deeply before I decided to be the companion of Aubrey's life and work!" said Sylvie resolutely. "And neither the Pope or a whole college of Cardinals will change my love or prevent my marriage. A riverderci!"
"A riverderci!" echoed Angela, raising herself a little to receive the kiss her friend tenderly pressed on her cheeks. "I shall be anxious to know the result of your interview!"