'Back to the life I left for his sake!'
Again she looked away from the light, but her face could not turn whiter than it was.
'It was terribly sudden,' said Monsignor Saracinesca, after a moment's pause. 'You will no doubt wait a few days before seeing him, till you feel quite able to face what must be a very painful interview.'
'I am not afraid of it now. I was weak when we recognised each other. I cannot quite remember—I heard him call me and I saw his eyes——'
'And you must have fainted. You were carried out to the well at once.'
'Who carried me?' asked the nun quickly.
'Doctor Pieri and Giovanni Severi.'
She made a slight movement.
'He carried me!'
She spoke almost unconsciously, and a very faint glow rose through her paleness, as when white glass is warmed an instant in the mouth of the furnace and then drawn back and quickly cooled again.