nuns heard one deep, shuddering sob.

Not a head was lifted. The only nun who peeped was Sister Mary
Seraphine, prone upon the floor.


After a while, the Prioress arose, pale but calm.

"Carry her to her cell," she said.

Two tall nuns to whom she made sign lifted Sister Seraphine, and bore
her out.

When the shuffling of their feet died away in the distance, the
Prioress gave further commands.

"All will now go to their cells and kneel in adoration before the
crucifix. Doors are to be left standing wide. The _Miserere_ is to be
chanted, until the ringing of the Refectory bell. Mother Sub-Prioress
will remain behind."

The nuns dispersed, as quickly as they had gathered; seeking their
cells, like frightened birds fleeing before a gathering storm.

The tall nuns who had carried Sister Seraphine returned and waited
outside the Reverend Mother's door.

The Prioress stood alone; a tragic figure in her grief.

Mother Sub-Prioress drew near. Her narrow face, peering from out her