“Oh, because I have heard so much of it from one of my school friends.”
“Perhaps, then, you can give me some information. I have not the least idea what sort of a place it is.”
“I believe it is a great old monastery, with long corridors, where one might expect to meet the ghosts of the monks stalking about—and the windows look into dark courts—and on a moonlight night it is quite romantic walking in the cloisters!”
“And did your friend wander about quite alone and by moonlight in such a place?”
“Oh, she was not alone,” said Crescenz, smiling, and shaking her head slyly.
“So I imagined—probably her mother or her sister walked with her.”
“Her mother was not there, and her brother-in-law would not allow her sister to walk by moonlight.”
“What a barbarian he must have been! Who, then, could have been her companion? It could hardly have been her father?”
Crescenz laughed outright. “Oh, no; had it been her father, Lina would not have been sent back to school again. They said she had done all sorts of wild things at home; that her head was full of nonsense, and she must be cured.”
“And was she cured?”