Idalia though that Father Peter referred to the wise Counsellor of all, but he really meant Magdalene.
"Very well, I will wait two Sundays, but then you are to give me a definite answer."
"Yes."
"An answer that swerves neither to right nor left."
"It shall be either wise or foolish. Whatever it is, it shall be that wholly."
"By your monk's vows?"
"I vow it on my word of honor as a knight."
At this the lady began to weep violently, and her sobs awakened the sleeping boy.
"Why do you weep, mother?" he asked in fear.
Idalia pressed him to her heart. "I am weeping for you, my poor little orphan, my only treasure, my angel;" and with each tender name, she covered the child's cheek with kisses and tears while she pressed him close to her throbbing heart.