The other nodded in his pleasant, absent-minded fashion. After a moment he said:
"I've been talking to a Sister of Charity here in the garden."
"Sister Félicité?"
"No; Sister Eila."
"Isn't she the prettiest thing!" exclaimed Warner. "And she's as good as she is beautiful. We're excellent friends, Sister Eila and I. I'll take you over to her school after breakfast."
"It's the Grey Sisterhood, isn't it?"
"St. Vincent de Paul's Filles de la Charité; not the Grey Nuns, you know."
"I supposed not. Of course these nuns are not cloistered."
"They are not even nuns. They don't take perpetual vows."
Halkett looked up quickly.