What would Beatrice do?
What would Sister Paul say?
How much would she tell of what she had seen?
How much had she really seen which she could tell clearly?
There were terrible possibilities in the future if all were known.

Such deeds, and even the attempt at such deeds as she had tried to do, could be judged by the laws of the land, she might be brought to trial, if she lived, as a common prisoner, and held up to the execration of the world in all her shame and guilt.

But death would be worse than that.

As she thought of that other Judgment, she grew dizzy with horror as she had been when the idea had first entered her brain.
Then she was conscious that she was again looking at the Wanderer as he lay back asleep in his tall chair.

The pale and noble face expressed the stainless soul and the manly character.