"You must let down something into it."
There was a silence; and the prioress, after a pout of the lower lip, which looked like hesitation, continued,—
"Father Fauvent!"
"Reverend Mother?"
"You are aware that a mother died this morning."
"No."
"Did you not hear the bell?"
"Nothing can be heard at the end of the garden."
"Really now?"
"I can hardly distinguish my own ring."