"Must I tell you?"
"Of course you must tell me."
"But it will seem like spite on my part."
"Spite! Spite?"
"Because they have gotten beautiful counterparts through their prayers, whereas—Oh, Mother, I cannot tell you."
The Prioress forgot the stupid girl at her feet.
"Counterparts!"
"Who visit them."
"Counterparts visiting them! You don't mean that anybody comes into the convent?"
"Only in dreams."