“I was going to say, no doubt you like company of an evening.”
“Oh dear no. We never do at the convent. We always go to bed.”
“Ah, but you sometimes went to the theatre?”
“Oh!—dear,—what—is—that? I’m sure—I never wished to go there.”
“Delightful,” thought the old don, and added, “And pray, now, how did you pass your time?”
“Oh, sir, in sewing, and knitting, and embroidering, and sometimes I played with the pretty little cats.”
“Ah, ah.” (doctor.)
“Dear me, doctor, pray be still; ’tis rude to laugh, even at one’s sister. But doctor, that veil!”
“Dear sister, remove thy veil.”
“Oh! no, I couldn’t—before a man.”