“I’m so thankful you like Welsley,” she said.
“Won’t you hate leaving Welsley?” he asked.
Rosamund went on quietly working for a moment. Perhaps she bent a little lower over the embroidery.
“I’ve made a great many friends here,” she said at length, “and——”
She paused.
“Yes—do tell me, Rose.”
“There’s something here that I care for very much.”
“Is it the atmosphere of religion? There’s a great deal here that suggests the religious life.”
“Yes; it’s what I care for.”
“I was almost afraid of meeting you here when I came back, Rose. I remembered what you had once told me, that you had had a great longing to enter the religious life. I was half afraid that, living here all alone with Robin, you might have become—I don’t know exactly how to put it—become cloistral. I didn’t want to find you a sort of nun when I came back.”