I am going to be married again." Sister Gabrielle looked up, and a quiet smile stole over her thin face.
"It is soon, my friend," she said.

"It is soon to think of that.

But perhaps you are right--is it the young Prince ?" "Yes," answered Corona, and sank into a deep tapestried chair.

"It is soon I know well.

But it has been long--have struggled hard--I love him very much--so much, you do not know!" The Sister sighed faintly, and came and took her hand.
"It is right that you should marry," she said, gently.