“I tell him that I wish to speak to the superior, and so walk into the convent.”
“But, M. Dagobert,” said Mother Bunch, “when once you have crossed the court-yard, you reach a second door, with a wicket. A nun comes to it, to see who rings, and does not open the door till she knows the object of the visit.”
“I will tell her that I wish to see the lady superior.”
“Then, father, as you are not known in the convent, they will go and inform the superior.”
“Well, what then?”
“She will come down.”
“What next?”
“She will ask you what you want, M. Dagobert.”
“What I want?—the devil! my children!”
“One minute’s patience, father. You cannot doubt, from the precautions they have taken, that they wish to detain these young ladies against their will, and against yours.”