“I hardly think he quite knows how far things have gone,” she answered gently. “I could give up anything for him except my soul, and for some months I have known that only by becoming a Christian could I save it.”
“I have often seen you in church.”
“Have you, indeed?”
“Your father accuses me of converting you.”
She blushed, and was silent for a few minutes.
“You have helped me by your prayers, I am sure,” she said at last.
“Tell me,” he asked, “are you a Catholic yet?”
“No; I only went into the confessional to speak to the priest; in a few days I shall be baptized.”
“I have a favor to ask you—will you let me be present?”
“Certainly, it will make me very happy, believe me.”