The girl had been seated when he entered, but now she rose, speaking in a voice that was rather tremulous.
“Sir, I was wrong to disobey you when you had treated me so kindly. I shall therefore punish myself by remaining where I am.”
“In that case, Madam, you will punish me as well; and, indeed, I deserve it, forgetting as I did for the moment that I addressed a lady. If you will give me the pleasure of escorting you, I shall conduct you in safety to whatever place of refuge you wish to reach.”
“Sir, you are most courteous, but I fear my intended destination might take you farther afield than would be convenient for you.”
“My time is my own, and nothing could afford me greater gratification than the assurance of your security. Tell me your destination.”
“It is the Convent of Nonnenwerth, situated on an island larger than this, near Rolandseck.”
“I shall be happy to convoy you thither.”
“Again I thank you. It is my desire to join the Sisterhood there.”
“Not to become a nun?” cried Roland, an intonation of disappointment in his voice.
“Yes; although to this determination my guardian is opposed.”