Then she reasoned with herself, reflecting that a priest or one of the nuns was watching her from behind the statue, which they might do for as long as they pleased.
Or perhaps this was a miracle, such as she had heard so much of but never seen.

Well, why should she fear spies or miracles?
She would sit where she was and see what happened.

Nor had she long to wait, for presently a voice, a hoarse, manly voice, whispered-- "Emlyn! Emlyn Stower!" "Yes," she answered, also in a whisper.

"Who speaks ?" "Who do you think ?" asked the voice, with a chuckle.

"A devil, perhaps." "Well, if it be a friendly devil I don't know that I mind, who need company in this lone place.