She drew her long cloak round her with simple dignity, crossed the room without haste, and stopped before the locked door, turning her head to speak to him.
'It is time for me to go,' she said gravely.

'Open the door at once, please.' She could not believe that he would refuse to obey her, but he did not move; he did not even look up, as he answered: 'If I keep you a prisoner, there will be a search for you.

You may stay here a day, a week, or a month, but in the end you will be found here, in my rooms.' 'And set free,' the nun answered, from the door, with some contempt.
'Not as you think.

You will be expelled from your order for scandalous behaviour in having spent a night, or a week, or a month in an officer's lodging.

What will you do then ?' 'If such a thing were possible, I would tell the truth and I should be believed.' But her anger was already awake.
'The thing is very possible,' Giovanni answered, 'and no one will believe you.