It was the prioress who broke off the conversation, to Evelyn’s regret.
“Mother Hilda, I am afraid we are forgetting your young charges.”
“Yes, indeed, I must run back to my children. Good-bye, Miss Innes, I am so glad that you have come to us;” and the warm, soft clasp of the little hand was to Evelyn a further assurance of friendly welcome.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
She was ashamed not to be able to follow the Office in chapel, so at the Reverend Mother’s suggestion she consented to employ part of her long convent leisure in taking lessons in Latin. Mother Mary Hilda was to be her instructress.
The library was a long, rather narrow room, once the drawing-room of the Georgian mansion. Only a carved Adams’ chimney-piece, now painted over in imitation of oak remained of its former adornment;
