In all things you will be guided now--have no fear for yourself! All will be well for you!" "And for you ?" she asked impulsively.
He smiled.
"Why think of me ?" he said, gently--"I am nothing in your life--" "You are!" she replied--"You are more than you imagine.

I begin to realise--" He held up his hand with a warning gesture.
"Hush!" he said--"There are things of which we must not speak!" At that moment the monastery bell tolled the midday "Angelus." Don Aloysius bent his head--Morgana instinctively did the same.

Within the building the deep voices of the brethren sounded, chanting,-- "Angelus Domini nuntiavit Maria Et concepit de Spiritu sancto." As the salutation to heaven finished, the mellow music of the organ in the chapel sent a wave of solemn and prayerful tenderness on the air, and, moved by the emotion of the hour, Morgana's heart beat more quickly and tears filled her eyes.
"There must be beautiful music in the Golden City!" she said.
Don Aloysius smiled.
"There is! And when the other things of life give you pause to listen, you will often hear it!" She smiled happily in response, and then, with a silent gesture of farewell, left the cloister and made her way to the chapel, part of which was kept open for public worship.

It was empty, but the hidden organist was still playing.

She went towards the High Altar and knelt in front of it.