Sister Mary Seraphine is uttering wild cries in her cell; and much I fear me, Mother Sub-Prioress may pass by, and hear her." The face of the Prioress grew stern and sad; yet, withal, tender.

She raised the lay-sister, and gently patted the old hands which trembled.
"Go thy ways, dear Antony," she said.

"I myself will visit the little Sister in her cell.

None will attempt to enter while I am there.".