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Nay I will not mount to the Reverend Mother's chamber until you acquaint her of my arrival.

Take me round to the garden, and there let me wait in the shade, while you seek her." Greatly elated at the success of her effort, and emboldened by his charming condescension, Mary Antony led the Bishop through the rose-arch; and, casting a furtive glance at his face from behind the curtain of her veil, ventured to hope there was naught afoot which could bring trouble or care to the Reverend Mother.
Mary Antony was trotting beside the Bishop, down the long walk between the yew hedges, when she gave vent to this anxious question.
At once the Bishop slackened speed.
"Not so fast, Sister Antony," he said.

"I pray you to remember mine age, and to moderate your pace.

Why should you expect trouble or anxiety for the Reverend Mother ?" "Nay," said Mary Antony, "I expect naught; I saw naught; I heard naught! 'Twas all mine own mistake, counting with my peas.