I was astonished those two should quarrel, for they have always been such friends that they had to be constantly reminded of the prohibition of particular friendships among the religious: but when they did, it reminded me of the adage that vernage makes the best vinegar.
Sister Isabel cast an imploring look at me, as I entered, which seemed to say, “Do stop them!” and I had not a notion how to set about it, except by saying—
“My dear Sisters, our rule enjoins silence.”
On my saying this (which I did with much reluctance and some trembling) both of them turned round and appealed to me.
“She promised to vote for me, and she did not!” cried Sister Roberga.
“I did!” said Sister Philippa. “I kept my word.”
“There was only one vote for me,” answered Sister Roberga.
“Well, and I gave it,” replied Sister Philippa.
“You couldn’t have done! There must have been more than one.”
“Why should there?”