I shall pass to each cell and make sure that none are too greatly alarmed." "Now, haste thee, Antony; and not a word concerning thy fears must pass thy lips to any; no mention of a twenty-first White Lady nor"-- the Prioress crossed herself--"of Sister Agatha, to whom may our Lord grant everlasting rest." Mary Antony, kneeling, kissed the hem of the Prioress's robe.

Then, rising, she said--with unwonted solemnity and restraint: "The Lord defend you, Reverend Mother, from foes, seen and unseen," and, followed by another blinding flash of lightning, she left the cell..