It seemed the journey had been accomplished successfully.
When she had heard the story, Jeanne embraced her friend in silence, clasping her close.

And her friend, trembling and full of tears, whispered to her: "Listen, Jeanne! Will you pray for tomorrow ?" "Yes," Jeanne replied.
She was silent, struggling against a rising tempest of tears.

When she had conquered it she went on, in a low tone: "I do not know how to pray to God.

Do you know to whom I pray?
To Don Giuseppe Flores." Noemi buried her face on Jeanne's shoulder, and said in a stifled voice: "How I wish that, afterwards, he might see us working together for his faith." Jeanne did not answer, and Noemi went away.
* * * * * Jeanne returned to Carlino to continue the reading, but he received her roughly.

He declared he was tired of this sort of life, and that she was to prepare to leave with him to-morrow for Naples, Jeanne replied that this was folly, and that she would not leave.