I see what it is," she said, suddenly bending a reproachful glance upon him, "you don't like me in them.

I know they're just horrid; but it was the only way I could get out." "You don't understand me," he said eagerly.

"I don't like you to run these dreadful risks and dangers for"-- He would have said "for me," but added with sudden humility--"for nothing.

Had I dreamed that you cared to see me, I would have arranged it easily without this indiscretion, which might make others misjudge you.

Every instant that you remain here--worse, every moment that you are away from the convent in that disguise, is fraught with danger.