On the contrary, I have heard worldly women say much more that is good of you in that respect than they will say of each other.

But there are other things, Unorna--other things which fill me with fear for you.

They call you by a name that makes me shudder when I hear it." "A name ?" repeated Unorna in surprise and with considerable curiosity.
"A name--a word--what you will--no, I cannot tell you, and besides, it must be untrue." Unorna was silent for a moment and then understood.

She laughed aloud with perfect unconcern.
"I know!" she cried.

"How foolish of me! They call me the Witch--of course." Sister Paul's face grew very grave, and she immediately crossed herself devoutly, looking askance at Unorna as she did so.