She must choose her own road, only I promise that if she escapes and we live I will not forget her deed.

The messenger will bring me your answer.

God be with us all, and farewell.
"J.C." Margaret read this letter first to herself and then aloud to Betty, and, having read, tore it into tiny fragments and threw them from the turret window.
"Speak now," she said; and Inez told her everything.
"Can you trust the priest ?" asked Margaret, when she had finished.
"He is a great villain, as I have reason to know; still, I think I can," she answered, "while the cabbage is in front of the donkey's nose--I mean until he has got all the money.

Also, he has committed himself by taking some on account.

But before we go further, the question is--does this lady play ?" and she pointed to Betty.
"Yes, I play," said Betty, when she understood everything.