Derette scarcely stood irresolute for a moment.
“I should like the anchorhold best, Brother. Then Mother could come to me whenever she wanted me.”
“Is that the only reason?” asked Haimet, half laughing.
“No, not quite,” said Derette, with a smile; “but it is a good one.”
“Then you make up your mind to that?” questioned Romund.
“Yes, I have made up my mind,” replied Derette.
“Very good: then I will make application for it. Good night! no time to stay. Mabel? Oh, she’s all right. Farewell!”
And Romund shut the door and disappeared.
“Deary me, that seems done all of a hurry like!” said Isel. “I don’t half like such sudden, hasty sort of work. Derette, child, are you sure you’ll not be sorry?”
“No, I don’t think I shall, Mother. I shall have more liberty in the anchorhold than in the nunnery.”