I know I can trust to your honor," and taking Vi's hand, she opened a door and drew her into a large closet, lighted by a small circular window quite high up in the wall.

The place was fitted up as an oratory, with a picture of the Virgin and child, and a crucifix, standing on a little table with a prayer-book and rosary beside it.
Vi had never seen such things, but she had heard of them and knew what they signified.

Glancing from the picture to the crucifix, she started back in horror, and without a word hastily retreated to the dressing-room, where she dropped into a chair, pale, trembling and distressed.
"Isadore, Isadore!" she cried, clasping her hands, and lifting her troubled eyes to her cousin's face, "have you--have you become a papist ?" "I am a member of the one true church," returned her cousin coldly.

"How bigoted you are, Violet.

I could not have believed it of so sweet and gentle a young thing as you.