But _I_ rule in this Nunnery; and while I rule here, such a thing as this shall never be." The Prioress flashed and quivered; rose to her feet and towered; flung her arms wide, and paced the floor.
"The Knight has bewitched you, my lord," she said.

"You forget the rules of our holy Church.

You fail in your trust toward the women who look to you as their spiritual Father and guide." The Prioress walked up and down the cell, and each time she passed her chair she wheeled, and gripping the back with her strong fingers, shook it.

Not being able to shake the Bishop, she needs must shake something.
"You amaze me!" she said.

"Truly, my lord, you amaze me!" The Bishop put on his biretta.
Only once before, in his eventful life, had he made a woman as angry as this.