"Nobody has wanted in this house."
Suddenly the kick of a horse was heard against the woodwork of the stables.
"What is that? Has any courtier remained?"
"Only his eminence the Cardinal de Rohan; that is the horse of the Italian lady who came here yesterday to crave hospitality of your highness."
"True; I remember. Where is she?"
"In her room, or in the church. She refuses all food save bread, and prayed in the chapel all through the night."
"Some very guilty person, no doubt," said the lady superior, frowning.
"I know not, for she speaks to no one."
"What is she like?"