"What did I say? Oh, Esther, I'm a brute. Tell me one thing."
"I've already told you more than I've told anyone except my confessor."
"Have you found happiness in the religious life?"
"I have found myself. The Reverend Mother wanted me to leave the community and enter a contemplative order. She did not think I should be able to help poor girls."
"Esther, what a stupid woman! Why surely you would be wonderful with them?"
"I think she is a wise woman," said Esther. "I think since we came picking St. John's wort I understand how wise she is."
"Esther, dear dear Esther, you make me feel more than ever ashamed of myself. I entreat you not to believe what the Reverend Mother says."
"You have only a fortnight to convince me," said Esther.
"And I will convince you."
"Mark, do you remember when you made me pray for his soul telling me that in that brief second he had time to repent?"