Then she leisurely returned to her room and set about completing her toilet.

She naturally supposed that an hour or two must elapse before she received an answer, certainly before Keyork appeared in person, a fact which showed that she had forgotten something of the man's characteristics.
Twenty minutes had scarcely passed, and she had not finished dressing when Sister Paul entered the room, evidently in a state of considerable anxiety.

As has been seen, it chanced to be her turn to superintend the guest's quarters at that time, and the portress had of course informed her immediately of Keyork's coming, in order that she might tell Beatrice.
"He is there!" she said, as she came in.
Beatrice was standing before the little mirror that hung upon the wall, trying, under no small difficulties, to arrange her hair.

He turned her head quickly.
"Who is there?
Keyork Arabian ?" Sister Paul nodded, glad that she was not obliged to pronounce the name that had for her such an unChristian sound.
"Where is he?
I did not think he could come so soon.

Oh, Sister Paul, do help me with my hair! I cannot make it stay." "He is in the parlour, down stairs," answered the nun, coming to her assistance.