“Leave the Sisterhood! Will she ever do that?”
“You came here with the hope of persuading her, didn’t you?”
“A hope was it? A forlorn hope, perhaps.”
“Bring it to fruition.”
“But Cynthia! If she ever knows!”
Suddenly Father Robertson looked stern.
“If what you told me is true——”
“It is true.”
“Then she is doing the devil’s work. Put away your fears. They aren’t worthy of you.”
As she took his hand in the saying of good-by she said: