He came to me, in his grief, distraught with anguish of heart, and told me this tale of treachery and wrong.

Never did I hear of such a network of evil device, such a tragedy of loving hearts sundered.

And when at last he returned to this land, he found that the girl whom he had thought false, thinking him so, had entered a Nunnery.

Also he seemed convinced that she was to be found among our White Ladies of Worcester.

Now tell me, dear Prioress, think you she could be Seraphine ?" The Prioress smiled; and truly it was a very creditable smile for a face which might have been carved in marble.
"From my knowledge of Sister Mary Seraphine," she said, "it seems unlikely that for loss of her, so noble a Knight as you describe would be distraught with anguish of heart." "Nay, there I do not agree," said the Bishop.