He had met his fate that morning, for good or ill; that was all he knew.

As soon as he could decently retire, he thanked the Lady Superior, promised to communicate with her later, and taking leave of Father Cipriano, found himself again in the street.
Who was she, what was she, and what meant her joyous recognition of him?
It is to be feared that it was the last question that affected him most, now that he felt that he must have really loved her from the first.

Had she really seen him before, and had been as mysteriously impressed as he was?
It was not the reflection of a conceited man, for Key had not that kind of vanity, and he had already touched the humility that is at the base of any genuine passion.

But he would not think of that now.

He had established the identity of the other woman, as being her companion in the house in the hollow on that eventful night; but it was HER profile that he had seen at the window.