"She smiled and said: 'That is well.' And the name stuck to the ass, though the Reverend Mother and I alone understood its meaning." "About the Play Day ?" suggested the Knight, growing restive.
"Ah, yes! About the Play Day.

The time chosen was after noon on this day, in order that the Prioress might first accomplish her talk with Seraphine, thus clearing the way for our experiment.

Although written last evening, I had not received the Reverend Mother's decisive letter, when Iconoklastes set forth; and, I confess, I looked forward with keen interest, to questioning the lay-brother on his return.

As I have told you, I had doubts concerning Seraphine; but I knew the Prioress would see to it that my meaning and intention reached the member of the Community actually concerned, were she Seraphine or another; and I should have light, both on the identity of the lady and on her probable course of action, when report reached me as to which of the nuns had taken the riding seriously.

Therefore, with no little interest, I awaited the return of Iconoklastes, in charge of Brother Philip." The Bishop lifted the faggot-fork and, bending over the hearth, began to build the logs, quickening the dying flame.
"Well ?" cried the Knight, chafing like a charger on the curb.