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Mary Antony, hastening, thrust aside the buxom porteress, and herself opened the guichet, and looked out. The Lord Bishop, mounted upon his white palfrey, waited without; Brother Philip in attendance. What a bewildering surprise! What a fortunate thing, thought old Antony, that she should chance to be there to deal with such an emergency.
In this room, furnished with a table and six chairs and four pious prints, Evelyn ate her convent meal, a sort of mixed meal, which included soup, cold meat, coffee, jam and some unripe pears. The porteress took the plates away, and somehow Evelyn could not help feeling that she was giving a good deal of trouble.
Crying to the porteress to open wide, she hastened to the steps. . . . It was impossible to summon the Reverend Mother in time. . . . The Lord Bishop must not be kept waiting! . . . Even now the great doors were rolling back. Mary Antony mounted the six steps; then turned in the doorway. The Lord Bishop must be received. There was nobody else to do it. She would receive the Lord Bishop!
"Aye," she said, "my sides have but lately ceased aching. I pray you, Sister Antony, call not that sight again into my mind." "Then open the door, Mary Mark, and let me go." "Nay, that I dare not do." "Then, if I fail to do as bidden by the great Lord Bishop, I shall tell his lordship that thou, and thine obstinacy, stood in the way of the fulfilment of my purpose." The porteress wavered.
There was an outer court, within an arched gate kept by a stout porter, and thus far came the whirlicote and the Countess's attendants; but a lay porteress, in a cap and veil and black dress, came out to receive her as the door of the carriage was opened, and held out her arms to receive the muffled figure of the little visitor. "Ah, poor maid," she said, "but Sister Avice will soon heal her."
It was some few days after these events that the presence of Lady Agnes de Clarenham was requested in the parlour of her nunnery, which was some miles distant from Bordeaux, by a person who, as the porteress informed her, was the bearer of a message from the Princess of Wales.
Rhoda 'constantly affirmed that it was so, like the other porteress that had picked out Peter's voice amongst the men huddled round the fire in the high priest's chamber. The lesson is trust your own experience, whatever people may have to say against it.
"Those that come in our lady's name are ever welcome," was the reply. "Sister Marion," said Gerard to the porteress, "we have been to visit a holy place." "All places are holy with holy thoughts, my brother." "Dear father, good night," said the Religious; "the blessings of all the saints be on thee, and on thee, Stephen, though thou dost not kneel to them."
The lady laughed, and told him she had not finished yet, but after choosing various kinds of scents and spices from a druggist's store, she halted before a magnificent palace, at the door of which she knocked gently. The porteress who opened it was of such beauty that the eyes of the man were quite dazzled, and he was the more astonished as he saw clearly that she was no slave.
Upon ringing the bell Cuthbert told the porteress, as had been arranged, that he had called on a message from Dame Editha, and he was immediately ushered into the parlor of the convent, where, a minute or two later, he was joined by the lady abbess. He had when young been frequently to the convent, and had always been kindly received.
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