The heavy oaken door swung softly behind us as we ascended the chapel steps and re-entered the great hall.
"You are a Catholic, are you not ?" then said Zara to me.
"Yes," I answered; "but--" "But you have doubts sometimes, you would say! Of course.

One always doubts when one sees the dissensions, the hypocrisies, the false pretences and wickedness of many professing Christians.

But Christ and His religion are living facts, in spite of the suicide of souls He would gladly save.

You must ask Casimir some day about these things; he will clear up all the knotty points for you.

Here we are at the drawing-room door." It was the same room into which I had first been shown.