"I'll warrant me he was only mocking at you for a poor little fool," said Jocunda; "the gallants of our day don't believe much in prayers." "Perhaps so, Jocunda," said Agnes, gravely; "but if that be the case, he needs prayers all the more." "Yes," said Mother Theresa. "Remember the story of the blessed Saint Dorothea,--how a wicked young nobleman mocked at her, when she was going to execution, and said, 'Dorothea, Dorothea, I will believe, when you shall send me down some of the fruits and flowers of Paradise'; and she, full of faith, said, 'To-day I will send them'; and, wonderful to tell, that very day, at evening, an angel came to the young man with a basket of citrons and roses, and said, 'Dorothea sends thee these, wherefore believe.' See what grace a pure maiden can bring to a thoughtless young man,--for this young man was converted and became a champion of the faith." "That was in the old times," said Jocunda, skeptically. "I don't believe setting the lamb to pray for the wolf will do much in our day. Prithee, child, what manner of man was this gallant?" "He was beautiful as an angel," said Agnes, "only it was not a good beauty. He looked proud and sad, both,--like one who is not at ease in his heart. Indeed, I feel very sorry for him; his eyes made a kind of trouble in my mind, that reminds me to pray for him often." "And I will join my prayers to yours, dear daughter," said the Mother Theresa; "I long to have you with us, that we may pray together every day;--say, do you think your grandmamma will spare you to us wholly before long?" "Grandmamma will not hear of it yet," said Agnes; "and she loves me so, it would break her heart, if I should leave her, and she could not be happy here;--but, mother, you have told me we could carry an altar always in our hearts, and adore in secret. When it is God's will I should come to you, He will incline her heart." "Between you and me, little one," said Jocunda, "I think there will soon be a third person who will have something to say in the case." "Whom do you mean?" said Agnes. "A husband," said Jocunda; "I suppose your grandmother has one picked out for you. You are neither humpbacked nor cross-eyed, that you shouldn't have one as well as other girls." "I don't want one, Jocunda; and I have promised to Saint Agnes to come here, if she will only get grandmother to consent." "Bless you, my daughter!" said Mother Theresa; "only persevere and the way will be opened." "Well, well," said Jocunda, "we'll see. Come, little one, if you wouldn't have your flowers wilt, we must go back and look after them." Reverently kissing the hand of the Abbess, Agnes withdrew with her old friend, and crossed again to the garden to attend to her flowers.