This note surprised me, for I had been patiently waiting his pleasure all this time. Next morning there were not any other clothes put into my cell, so I was obliged to put on the nun’s dress again; but in order to show my willingness to obey, I omitted to put on my scapular. When the Novice-mistress saw me, she said:
“Go and put on your scapular at once. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, causing such a scandal in coming out like that.”
I knelt down and kissed the hem of her holy habit, and said:
“Mother-mistress, reverend Father said⸺”
But she would not let me finish the sentence, and interrupted me by saying:
“I know quite well what the reverend Father said; I read the note before you, and when you are told to take your habit off you will do it, and not before. Go and put your scapular on.”
I obeyed in silence, and I now knew I should have to undergo a public scene. At 12 the bell for a visit to the blessed Sacrament tolled out, after the “Angelus” was sung in Welsh. Nuns, monks, boys and girls, and seculars, were all present in the Llanthony Church. Then Ignatius spoke:
“Sister Agnes, come down to the grating.”
In fear and trembling Sister Agnes obeyed. Then, in a sepulchral voice, Ignatius said: