Even my voice is not the same, I fancy.' The Mother Superior looked at her keenly.

She was very fond of her, but it had never occurred to her to consider whether the young Sister's appearance had altered or not.

Yet her own memory for faces was good, and when she recalled the features of the slim, fair-haired girl in black whom she had first seen, and compared the recollection with the grave and almost saintly face before her, closely confined by the white wimple and gorget, and the white veil that bound the forehead low above the serious brow, she really did not believe that any one could easily recognise the Angela of other days.
'I suppose I never realise how changed we all are,' she said thoughtfully.

'But do you not think the Princess Chiaromonte may remember you when she hears your name ?' 'Many Sisters have taken it,' Sister Giovanna answered.

'And, after all, what harm can there be?
If she recognises me and is angry, she can only send me away, and meanwhile she will be taken care of, at least for the night.