Reverend Mother again elects to spend the night in prayer and fasting.

So Mother Sub-Prioress will spit out a curse upon the viands; or Sister Mary Rebecca will miaul over them like an old cat that sees a tom in every shadow, though all toms have long since fled at her approach.

Serve at the usual hour; and let Abigail ring the Refectory bell.

I am otherwise employed.

And remember.