The Mother Superior, unsmiling now, a reflective look on her face, shook her head.
"You do not know what the cholera is. It is a dreadful thing to see. The work in the infirmary is done by soldiers and we need a Sister only to supervise. And so far as the girls are concerned . . . no, no, I am sure your husband would not wish it; it is a terrible and frightening sight."
"I should grow used to it."
"No, it is out of the question. It is our business and our privilege to do such things, but there is no call for you to do so."
"You make me feel very useless and very helpless. It seems incredible that there should be nothing that I can do."
"Have you spoken to your husband of your wish?"
"Yes."
The Mother Superior looked at her as though she were delving into the secrets of her heart, but when she saw Kitty's anxious and appealing look she gave a smile.
"Of course you are a Protestant?" she asked.
"Yes."