That is the main thing, Mother, and one of the Sisters will surely be free to-morrow morning.' So the matter was settled.

Sister Giovanna got her well-worn little black bag, her breviary, and her long black cloak, and in half-an-hour she was ascending the grand staircase of the palace in which she had lived as a child.
She felt more emotion than she had expected, but no sign betrayed that she was moved, nor showed the servant who led her through the apartments and passages that she was familiar with every turn.

Though she went through the great hall and her feet trod upon the very spot where the dead Knight of Malta had lain in state, not a sigh escaped her, nor one quickly-drawn breath.
She was ushered to the very room that had been her father's, and stood waiting after the servant had tapped softly at the door.

The other nun came out noiselessly and pulled the door after her without quite closing it.

She explained the case to Sister Giovanna, and said that the Princess seemed to be asleep again.