Rise, my daughter!" He assisted her to rise, and imprinted a passionate kiss upon her hand.
"From this hour I count you as one of mine," he said; "you shall be received into the holy band of spirits! You shall be consecrated, and enter the Inner Temple.

Are you prepared ?" "I am, master," she humbly replied.
"To-morrow the Temple brothers will open the temple of bliss to you.

You shall hear, see, and be silent." "I will see, hear, and be silent," she murmured.
"When evening sets in, send away your servants," commanded Cagliostro.
"Let the doors stand open; they shall be guarded, that no one may enter but the summoned.

Art thou prepared ?" "I am, master!" "Withdraw now to your room, Wilhelmine, and elevate your thoughts in devotion and contrition, and await the future.

Kneel, my daughter, kneel!" She sank upon her knees.