"And besides, Sister Paul, even if the devil is in it, it would be right all the same." The nun held up her hands in holy horror, and her jaw dropped.
"My child! My child! How can you say such things to me!" "It is very true," Unorna answered, quietly smiling at her amazement.
"If people who are ill are made well, is it not a real good, even if the Evil One does it?
Is it not good to make him do good, if one can, even against his will ?" "No, no!" cried Sister Paul, in great distress.

"Do not talk like that--let us not talk of it at all! Whatever it is, it is bad, and I do not understand it, and I am sure that none of us here could, no matter how well you explained it.

But if you will do it, Unorna, my dear child, then say a prayer each time, against temptation and the devil's works." With that the good nun crossed herself a third time, and unconsciously, from force of habit, began to tell her beads with one hand, mechanically smoothing her broad, starched collar with the other.

Unorna was silent for a few minutes, plucking at the sable lining of the cloak which lay beside her upon the sofa where she had dropped it.
"Let us talk of other things," she said at last.

"Talk of the other lady who is here.