Paul smiled coldly, and once more shook his head. "You don't know all," he said again, and kissed her reverently. "What if to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow brings no light to unravel this mystery?"
"Never fear it. The finger of Heaven is in this," said Greta.
"Say, rather, the hand of destiny. And how little we are in the presence of that pitiless power!"
"God sees all," said Greta. "He has led me in here, and He will guide me out again."
"What if I brought you for a day, and you remain for a year, for life?"
"Then think that God Himself has taken your wife at your hands."
Paul's face, that had worn a look of deep dejection, became distorted with pain. "Oh, it is horrible! And this cloister is to be your marriage-bed!"
"Hush! All is peace here. Good-bye, dearest Paul. Be brave, my husband."
"Brave? Before death a man may be brave; but in the face of a calamity like this, what man could be brave?"
"God will turn it away."