Frances looked at her perplexed.

Why should this pretty creature mother her with such tenderness?
Oh! It was the girl that George should have married! She glanced at the white room with its dainty bibelots, the Bible, the Madonnas, watching, benign.

Poor little nun, waiting for the love that never could come to her! "I am glad you are here, my child.

You can tell me what I want to know.

I have not an hour to spare.