"Who is making a fortune on her book by the way——"
"——received us very kindly. Sister Magdalen had been corresponding with her. She wept in admitting that her fall seemed beyond hope. She felt so tangled in her own sins that she knew no way to get out of them. Really, she was so sincere. When we were leaving she begged me to call again, and as I have to return to the seminary Monday I named to-morrow afternoon."
"You may then have the honor of converting her."
"It would be an honor," Louis replied stoutly.
"Try it," said Arthur after thinking the matter over. "I know what force your arguments will have with her. And if you don't object I'll stay ... by the way, where is her office?"
"In a quiet business building on Bleecker Street, near Broadway."
"If you don't mind I'll stay outside in the hall, and rush in to act as altar-boy, when she agrees to 'vert."
"I'm going for all your ridicule, Arthur."
"No objection, but keep a cool head, and bear in mind that I am in the hall outside."
He suspected the motive of Sister Claire, both in making this appointment, and in playing at conversion with Sister Magdalen. Perhaps it might prove the right sort of trap for her cunning feet. He doubted the propriety of exposing Louis to the fangs of the beast, and for a moment he thought to warn him of the danger. But he had no right to interfere in Sister Magdalen's affair, and if a beginning had to be made this adventure could be used effectively. He forgot the affair within the hour, in the business of hunting up Curran.