I will go back to the convent with you at once.

You shall tell me everything; I will tell you everything on the way." She had already completely resumed her austere garb, and drew the veil across her face.

With the putting on her coif she seemed to have extinguished all the joyous youthfulness of her spirit, and moved with the deliberateness of renunciation towards the door.

They descended the staircase without a word.

Those who saw them pass made way for them with formal respect.
When they were in the street, she said quietly, "Don't give me your arm--Sisters don't take it." When they had reached the street corner, she turned it, saying, "This is the shortest way." It was Key who was now restrained, awkward, and embarrassed.