'Her story is known, but she could live in the convent; that would shelter her from any sort of criticism. I don't see why she shouldn't take the habit of one of the postulants, but—'
The priest waited for his sister to speak, and after waiting a little while he asked her what she was going to say.
'I was going to ask you,' said the nun, waking from her reverie, 'if you have written to Miss Glynn.'
'Yes, I wrote to her.'
'And she's willing to come back?'
'I haven't spoken to her about that. It didn't occur to me until afterwards, but I can write at once if you consent.'
'I may be wrong, Oliver, but I don't think she'll care to leave London and come back here, where she is known.'
'But, Eliza, a girl likes to live in her own country. Mind you, I am responsible. I drove her out of her country among strangers. She's living among Protestants.'
'I don't think that will trouble her very much.'
'I don't know why you say that, Eliza. Do you think that a woman cannot repent? that because she happens to have sinned once—'