God grant she is still alive!  What altar-cloths I will weave with my silver and gold!  Yes, the wages of sin shall not be death, I will pay them to the life eternal; my dowry as the bride of Christ.  I, too, shall be laid on the altar, my complex corrupt soul shall be simplified and purified, and the Holy Mother will lead me by the hand like a little child.  But all this will be caviare to you.  Adieu.  I will pray for you.

  “Eileen.

  “P.S.—­It is a convent that trains the young, so I shall still be a
  Governess.”

“And perhaps still a Serio-Comic,” thought the Baronet, bitterly.