Cecily agreed a little dreamily, her eyes wandering off through the window.
“No, I didn’t know much about anything. As for knowing what I wanted to do I wonder if it isn’t all pretty much decided in advance for us; I wonder if we have much choice.”
“Here’s Mother Fénelon. Mother, Cecily has become a fatalist and Agnes is going to enter the convent.”
Mother Fénelon smiled. “Agnes going to enter?” she questioned. “Oh, no, dear Agnes hasn’t a vocation. She mustn’t joke about such things. And why is Cecily a fatalist?”
“She says we haven’t much choice in what happens to us.”
The nun turned and looked at Cecily. Under the beauty of Cecily’s face a kind of weariness showed for a moment, as she looked back into the eyes that reflected the peace of the cloister.
“Cecily was joking, too. You girls mustn’t talk this way. You’ll corrupt yourselves and each other.”
Fliss joined the circle.
“Having a reunion?” she said, as Madeline introduced her. “I’ve been wandering around, wishing I’d been educated here instead of in a noisy co-educational High School. Maybe sometimes I could talk to my husband if I had been brought up here. Where have you been keeping yourself, Cecily? I told Dick the other day that it was ages since I’d seen you.”
“He said he’d had lunch with you.”