“Thank you, Barrett, I might have known I could rely on you.”
“Lady Langley is very well off, my Lord, so, although the Colonel was unable to leave his daughter very much money, she will have everything she could possibly need.”
The Marquis had never thought about her again.
Now he asked,
“Why has this Priest come to see me?”
“He has brought with him a letter from Miss Zia Langley,” Mr. Barrett replied, “and here it is.”
He put the letter in front of the Marquis and, because there was something a little odd about the way he spoke, the Marquis remarked,
“I presume you have already read it. What does it say?”
“Miss Langley asks your permission to become a nun!”
“A Nun?” the Marquis exclaimed.
He picked up the letter as he spoke and read it.
“Dear Guardian,
I wish to take the veil
