The bell for even-song!
You have not long to wait.
[Shadowy figures of nuns pass the windows and enter the chapel. The sunset deepens.]
Will you not pray
With me?
[The Prioress and Queen Elinor kneel down together before a little shrine. Enter the Novice.]
NOVICE
There is a forester at the door.
Mother, I think 'tis he!
PRIORESS
[Rising.]
Admit him, then.
ELINOR