Gina understood not the tongue; but the Lady Adelaide did, and crossed herself.
"And this mother of thine," sneered the monk, turning again to Gina, "where may she be?"
"She is dead," gasped Gina, bursting into tears.
"Good!" assented the monk; "then she is meeting with her deserts."
"God grant she may be!" aspirated the maiden, "for she died in the faith of Christ."
"And who have been thy worthy instructors since?" proceeded the priest.
"I have had but one guide since," answered Gina.
"Disclose the name."
"My Bible."
The monk uttered what seemed very like a scream of passion, and the Lady Adelaide, as she heard the words, half rose from her chair.