Visions of horror rose before her eyes of the sacrilegious practices of witchcraft, for she had thought of nothing else during the whole evening.

Lamp in hand she descended the stairs to the choir and reached the altar, providentially, just in time to save Beatrice from falling a victim again to the evil fascination of the enemy who had planned the destruction of her soul as well as of her body.
"What is this?
What are you doing in this holy place and at this hour ?" asked Sister Paul, solemnly and sternly.
Unorna folded her arms and was silent.

No possible explanation of the struggle presented itself even to her quick intellect.

She fixed her eyes on the nun's face, concentrating all her will, for she knew that unless she could control her also, she herself was lost.

Beatrice answered the question, drawing herself up proudly against the great altar and pointing at Unorna with her outstretched hand, her dark eyes flashing indignantly.
"We were talking together, this woman and I.She looked at me--she was angry--and then I fainted, or fell asleep, I cannot tell which.