If you wrote him a contrite letter
regretting your defiance of him, and expressing your willingness to bow
to his wishes, I am very sure he would welcome the communication as a
happy solution of the quandary in which he finds himself."
"You wish me to do this, Guardian?" she asked wistfully.
"Not until you are satisfied that Prince Roland is innocent of the
charges you make against him."
"How can I receive such assurance?"
"Ah, now you come to the object of this apparently purposeless journey.
I have had much experience in the world you are so anxious to renounce,
and although I have seen the wicked prosper for a time, yet my faith has
never been shaken in an overruling Providence, and what happened last
night set me thinking so deeply that daylight stole in upon my
meditations."
"Oh, my poor Guardian, I knew you had not slept, and all because of a
worthless creature like myself, and a wicked creature, too, for I did
not see the hand of Providence so visible to you."
"Surely, my dear, a moment's thought would reveal it to you.
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