It was with a thrill that sent the blood leaping to his cheeks that he heard the man say:-- "Sister Seraphina is waiting for you in the sitting-room." There was no thought of discovery or scandal in Preble Key's mind now; no doubt or hesitation as to what he would do, as he sprang up the staircase.

He only knew that he had found her again, and was happy! He burst into the room, but this time remembered to shut the door behind him.

He looked eagerly towards the window where she had stood the day before, but now she rose quickly from the sofa in the corner, where she had been seated, and the missal she had been reading rolled from her lap to the floor.

He ran towards her to pick it up.

Her name--the name she had told him to call her--was passionately trembling on his lips, when she slowly put her veil aside, and displayed a pale, kindly, middle-aged face, slightly marked by old scars of smallpox.