"I will, my dear daughter," answered the priest; "for I feel almost sure that you will be able to persuade him to a nobler and more generous line of conduct. I need use no exhortations to you, daughter, to exert your greatest influence to restore peace in this family; but, let me say, that for such an object you maybe well justified in overstepping, in some degree, the bounds which a timid and delicate woman generally prescribes to herself. For this high purpose, you may well urge him more warmly and vehemently than you might otherwise think reasonable and proper, and may hold out to him the inducement of contributing to your happiness and peace, with a view to restore tranquillity and comfort in a house where you have ever been treated as a daughter." "Send him to me, good father," repeated Rose d'Albret. "I know not what I shall say or do, to effect the purpose desired; but in former days De Montigni was always generous and self-denying; and if I can restore peace without any act of injustice, no personal sacrifice on my part will seem too much for me to make." She spoke sincerely, with all her previous thoughts and feelings thrown into confusion; and, with a pale cheek and trembling frame she seated herself upon the parapet, and covered her eyes with her hand. "I will send him this moment, my child," replied the priest, convinced even by her visible agitation, that he had produced the effect he had desired. "Stay, stay a moment," said the fair girl in a faltering tone; "I am troubled, father; let me recover myself for a moment." "As long as you will," replied the priest; "but the sooner such a painful scene is over the better." "Now," said Rose d'Albret, after a short pause, "now, good father; and let him be quick, for I fear my courage will fail." "God's blessing go with your good work!" cried father Walter, and with a low inclination of the head he retired. At a rapid pace he sought the great hall, where he found Monsieur de Liancourt seated at a table, and pretending to write a letter, though the agitated shaking of his hand prevented him from tracing more than one or two words in a minute. De Montigni was walking up and down on the other side, with his arms crossed upon his chest, and his eyes bent upon the ground; and Chazeul was standing, playing with the hilt of his sword, near the door which led to the ramparts. "All is right and safe," said the priest in a low voice to the Marquis as he entered. "He has not seen the Commander?" "No, no," whispered Chazeul; "but the old man must be down soon. He is later than usual." "The change of weather always affects his wounds," replied the priest; "but the sooner this is over the better.--Monsieur de Montigni," he continued, crossing the hall, "Mademoiselle d'Albret wishes to speak with you on the ramparts."