“And will you go away with him?”
“No, he is going to take me back to the convent.”
“What! For ever? For altogether? Will you be a nun?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like that?” asked Dick very earnestly, “to go and waste your youth and your prettiness, shut up with a lot of sour old women who were too ugly to get themselves husbands?”
Freda laughed a little.
“Oh, you don’t know anything about it,” she said, shaking her head, “they are not at all like that.”
“But do you seriously like the thought of going back as much as you liked the thought of being a nun before you left the convent?”
There was a long pause. At last:
“No-o,” said Freda very softly. “But—it’s better than what I should have had to do if I hadn’t chosen that!”