"The divine lovingkindness of our blessed Lady never faileth." "You agree, my lord, that the vision shed a clear light upon all my perplexities ?" "Absolutely clear," replied the Bishop.

"The love which arranged the vision saw to that.

Revelations, my daughter, are useless unless they are explicit.

Had our Lady merely waved her marble hand, instead of stooping to take yours and place it in that of the Knight, you might have thought she was waving him away, and bidding you to remain.

If her marble hand moved at all, it is well that it moved in so definite and practical a manner." "It seems to me, Reverend Father," said Mora, leaning upon the table, her face framed in her hands, and looking with knitted brows at the Bishop; "it almost seems to me that you regard the entire vision with a measure of secret incredulity." "Nay, my daughter, there you mistake.