She had sent to the Palace the copy she had made, and the copy she had mended, of the Pope's mandate.

But she had left upon the table the strips of parchment upon which she had inscribed, on the night of her vigil, copies and translations of ancient prayers from the Sacramentaries.
The Bishop gathered these up, reading them as he stood.

Two he slipped into his sash, but the third he took to the couch and placed beneath the folded hands.
"Take this with thee to thy jasper seat, dear faithful heart," he said; "for truly it was given unto thee to perceive and know what things thou oughtest to do, and also to have grace and power faithfully to fulfil the same." The peaceful face, growing beautiful with that solemn look of eternal youth which death brings, even to the aged, seemed to smile, as the precious parchment passed into the keeping of those folded hands.
The Bishop knelt long in prayer and thanksgiving.

At length, with uplifted face, he said: "And grant, O my God, that I too may be faithful, unto the very end." Then he rose, and rang the Convent bell..