"You are too young, too famously beautiful, too richly endowed, to lead the life you have led at Astrardente these many months." "It is not that," said Corona, an expression of strange beauty illuminating her lovely face.

"Not that I am young, beautiful as you say, if it is so, or endowed with riches--those reasons are nothing.

It is this that tells me," she whispered, pressing her left hand to her heart.
"When one loves as I love, it is right." "Indeed it is," assented the good Sister.

"And I think you have chosen wisely.

When will you be married ?" "Hardly before next summer--I can hardly think connectedly yet--it has been very sudden.