A long silence followed Sister Giovanna's speech, and the elder nun looked down at her papers and moved some of them about mechanically, from one place to another on the table.
'Are you angry with me, Mother ?' asked Sister Giovanna, not understanding.
'With you, child ?' The Mother looked up, and her face had softened a little.

'No, I am not angry with you--at least, I hope I am not.' It was rather an ambiguous answer, to say the least, and the young nun waited meekly for an explanation.

None came, but instead, advice, delivered in a direct and businesslike tone.
'You had better put the idea out of your mind for a month or so, honestly and with all the intention of which you are capable.

If this is a mere impulse, felt under some mental distress, it will subside and you will think no more about it.

If it is a true call, it will come back and you will obey it in due time.