“Sister Evelyn, why do you ask? You are in Wimbledon Convent, with
Sister Agnes; what is the matter?”
“Matter? Nothing and everything.” She seemed to recover herself a little. “I had forgotten, Sister Agnes, I had forgotten. But the Prioress, where is she?”
“In her room, and she will see you. But you asked me to go to the
Prioress saying she must see you—have you forgotten, Sister Evelyn?
You know the way to her room?”
Evelyn did not answer; and feeling perhaps that she might lose her
way in the convent, Sister Agnes said she would conduct her to the
Prioress, and opened the door for her, saying, “Reverend Mother,
Sister Evelyn.”
There was a large fire burning in the room, and Evelyn was conscious of the warmth, of bodily comfort, and was glad to sit down.
“You are very cold, my
