Your rank, and accomplishments, and beauty--we are talking plain truth now, Miss Danton--all these gifts that God has bestowed upon you so bountifully, you have misused.

It doesn't seem so to you, does it?
You think you have been very good, very charitable, very condescending.

I don't deny that you have done good, that you have been a sort of guardian angel to the poor and the sick; but what was your motive?
Was it that which makes thousands of girls, as young, and rich, and handsome as yourself, resign everything for the humble garb and lowly duties of a Sister of Charity?
Oh, no! You liked to be idolized, to be venerated, and looked up to as an angel upon earth.

That pride of yours which induces you to sell yourself for so many thousand pounds per annum was at the bottom of it all.

You want to hold a foremost place in the great battle of life--you want all obstacles to give way before you.