The nuns are not known in the Convent by the names they bore before they left the world.

I happen to know that the Prioress, before she professed, was Mora, Countess of Norelle.

I know this because, years ago, I saw her at the Court, when she was a maid of honour to the Queen; very young and lovely; yet, even then remarkable for wisdom, piety, and a certain sweet dignity of deportment.

Sometimes now, when she receives me in the severe habit of her Order, I find myself remembering the flow of beautiful hair, soft as spun silk, bound by a circlet of gold round the regal head; the velvet and ermine; the jewels at her breast.

Yet do I chide myself for recalling things which these holy women have renounced, and doubtless would fain forget." The Bishop struck a silver gong with his left hand.
At once a distant door opened in the dark panelling and two black-robed figures glided in.
"Kindle a fire on the hearth," commanded the Bishop; adding to his guest: "The evening air strikes chilly.