“Hapless one! I have made a mistake. I am the nun you saw this morning, but I am French. In the name of God keep my counsel and begone, for I have nothing to say to you! Whisper, for if the lay-sister woke up I should be undone.”
“Do not be afraid of my discretion. What deceived me was your exact likeness to a nun of your order who will be always dear to me: and if you had not allowed me to see your features I should not have followed you. Forgive the tenderness I shewed towards you, though you must think me very audacious.”
“You astonished me very much, but you did not offend me. I wish I were the nun in whom you are interested. I am on the brink of a fearful precipice.”
“If ten louis are any good to you, it will be an honour for me to give you them.”
“Thank you, I have no need of money. Allow me to give you back the louis you sent me this morning.”
“The louis was for the country-woman. You increase my surprise; pray tell me what is the misfortune under which you labour, for which money can do nothing.”
“Perhaps God has sent you to my aid. Maybe you will give me good advice. Listen to what I am about to tell you.”
“I am at your service, and I will listen with the greatest attention. Let us sit down.”
“I am afraid there is neither seat nor bed.”
“Say on, then; we will remain standing.”