The look of pleading upon his face, inclined me also to prayer.
His lips moved, as I had seen at the first; but while I stood upon my feet, I could hear no words.

As soon as I too kneeled, I heard the Knight saying: 'Give her to me! Give her to me!' And at last: 'Mother of God, send her to me! Take pity on a hungry heart, a lonely home, a desolate hearth, and send her to me!'" Mary Antony paused, fixing her eyes upon the rosy strip of sky, seen through her narrow window.

Absorbed in the recital of her vision, she appeared to have forgotten the presence of the Prioress.

She paused; and there was silence in the cell, for the Prioress made no sound.
Presently the old voice went on, once more.
"When the splendid Knight said: 'Send her to me,' a most wondrous thing did happen.
"Our blessed Lady, lifting her head, looked toward the door.

Then raising her hand, she beckoned.
"No sooner did our Lady beckon, than I heard steps coming along the passage--that passage which I knew to be empty.