"There is some talk of his coming over to take the 'Poor Clares' back with him. He was Euphrasie's guardian, and I know he wished to get her and the community established in America. It was that wish that took him back, to see what arrangements could be effected."
"But will they go?"
"Nay, that I know nothing about; I suppose he talked with them on the matter ere he made his plans."
By this time the breakfast table was cleared, and the sisters were alone together, and Adelaide suddenly turned the conversation into another channel. "Hester," she said, "you must make me your friend; you know that you are pursuing a path of difficulty. You are my father's idol, have you thought what it will be to break his heart?"
"O Adelaide! forbear; I have thought of that, and the thought is nearly killing me, but I must on in spite of myself."
"It is true, then?"
"What is true?"
"That you go to mass every morning, and weep yourself to sleep every night, my poor, dear sister!"
"How did you discover this?"
"Your attendant showed your pillow to Lucy Fairfield, it was no longer fit to use; and Lucy followed you more than once, and saw you enter the Bavarian Ambassador's chapel in Warwick street."