She did not reply, but the tears gathered in her eyes and fell upon her dress.
"Tell me what grieves you. I helped you once, and may be able to do so again."
She took the Reverend Mother's letter from her pocket
and placed it in his hand. It contained a few lines, saying that they would expect their child back in a fortnight's time.
"Then you are going to leave us after all?"
"It is better so."
"But it makes you sad the thought of going?"
"Yes," she said, with downcast face.
"The sisters would not wish you to take the veil if you or they doubted your vocation for such a surrender?"
"I don't understand."