"Shall I never see you, Sister Maria?" he asked.
"Me? But you see me every day—"
"Yes,—but your face, without the veil."
Maria Addolorata shook her head.
"It is against all rules," she answered.
"Is it not against all rules that we should sit here and make conversation every day for half an hour?"
"Yes—I suppose it is. But you are here as a doctor to take care of my aunt," she added quickly. "That makes it right. You are not a man. You are a doctor."
"Oh,—I understand." Dalrymple laughed a little. "Then I am never to see your beautiful face?"
"How do you know it is beautiful, since you have never seen it?"
"From your beautiful hands," answered the young man, promptly.