"Whither would you have me go, without friends, without money, in a part of France with which I am unacquainted, and where I have never been before?"
"Oh," cried the novice, "as to friends, you would have them wherever you want, you appear so good and are so beautiful!"
"That does not prevent," replied Milady, softening her smile so as to give it an angelic expression, "my being alone or being persecuted."