Almost he saw himself compelled to ride to Warwick in company with this most undesired and undesirable nun, Mary Seraphine.
The Bishop raised his eyes from the letter and looked pensively into the fire.
"A most piteous scene took place," he said, "on the day when Sister Seraphine first heard again the call of the outer world.

Most moving it was, as told me by the Prioress.

The distraught nun lay upon the floor of her cell in an abandonment of frantic weeping.

She imitated the galloping of a horse with her hands and feet, a ride of some sort evidently being in her mind.

At length she lifted a swollen countenance, crying that her lover had come to save her." The Knight clenched his teeth, in despair.