“Your Priest was very severe with them,” Selina said. “But they obeyed him.”
“Father Ancelin has earned the respect of everyone,” Sister Bernadette replied, “and they are also afraid of him, which is a good thing.”
She gave a little laugh and led Selina into a room where there was a long bare trestle table down the centre and stools at which obviously the nuns sat to eat.
“I will fetch you some soup and some milk,” she said, “as I feel sure you have missed your supper.”
“I don’t want to put you to any trouble,” Selina protested.
“I am afraid our fare is frugal,” Sister Bernadette said, “but we are a very poor community.”
Selina could not help thinking of the richness and luxury that pervaded Monte Carlo.
She remembered the ladies leaving the Hôtel de Paris to go to the Casino, glitt
