She could not command that inexplicable condition as she could dispose of her other powers, at all times and in almost all moods.

She felt that if she were at present capable of falling into the trance state at all, her mind would wander uncontrolled in some other direction.

There was nothing to be done but to have patience.
The lay sister went out.

Unorna ate mechanically what had been set before her and waited.

She felt that a crisis perhaps more terrible than that through which she had lately passed was at hand, if the stranger should prove to be indeed the Beatrice whom the Wanderer loved.