"Have I the honour of speaking to the Mother Superior?"
"Our Mother sends her excuses," murmured the nun, "for not being able to receive you at this moment. However, I can take her place, sir. I am in charge of the finances of the house."
"I bring you news, Sister."
The nun clasped her hands.
"Good news, I hope! How is the poor young man doing?"
"As well as can be expected; the ball was extracted without trouble by the doctors."
"I shall thank St. Comus, the patron saint of surgeons. And his assailant? Surely he will be well punished?"
Fandor smiled.
"His assailant was the victim of a terrible misconception. He is a most upright man."
"Then I will pray to St. Yves, the patron saint of advocates, to get him out of his difficulty."