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Updated: June 5, 2025
Jumping to save herself, she alighted heavily on the feet of Sister Teresa, striking Mary Seraphine full in the face with her elbow, and scattering, to right and left, the crowd around the door.
The Knight's eyes, frowning from beneath a shading hand, were gloomy and full of sombre fury. It mattered not to him in what surroundings this preposterous offer, that she should leave the Convent and fly with him to Warwick, had been made to Seraphine.
And before him arose, too, the image of Seraphine, the temptress, opening her perfumed arms to him and carrying him off to the same existence of pleasure and baseness which the others led. Then he remembered the three hundred francs which he carried in his pocket. Three hundred francs, which must last for a whole month, though out of them he had to pay various little sums that he already owed.
Then the nuns heard one deep, shuddering sob. Not a head was lifted. The only nun who peeped was Sister Mary Seraphine, prone upon the floor. After a while, the Prioress arose, pale but calm. "Carry her to her cell," she said. Two tall nuns to whom she made sign lifted Sister Seraphine, and bore her out.
The dowry which his father had been forced to draw from his coffers in order to get Seraphine married, and other large expenses which had been occasioned by the girl's rebellious and perverse conduct, had left but little working capital in the business.
"The watching nuns, now on their feet again, shrieked aloud, with fright and glee. "At the extreme end of the meadow, wheeling sharply, she let him out into a canter. "The nuns at this were petrified into dumbness. One and all held their breath; while Mother Sub-Prioress nobody quite knew why turned upon Sister Mary Seraphine, and shook her.
The nuns dispersed, as quickly as they had gathered; seeking their cells, like frightened birds fleeing before a gathering storm. The tall nuns who had carried Sister Seraphine returned and waited outside the Reverend Mother's door. The Prioress stood alone; a tragic figure in her grief. Mother Sub-Prioress drew near. Her narrow face, peering from out her veil, more than ever resembled a ferret.
But Sister Seraphine was better content than she had been for many weeks. At last she had become the centre of attention; and, although, during the visit of Mother Sub-Prioress to her cell, this had been a peculiarly painful position to occupy, yet to the morbid mind of Mary Seraphine, the position seemed worth the discomfort.
By the time I had done as my old friend requested, the conversation which I had interrupted by my advent resumed its course. They were talking about the future world, and ventilating sundry curious thoughts on the subject. "And what do you think heaven will be like?" asked Seraphine Dasher, appealing to me.
Alexis, the programme of the fete was communicated to us by Mother St. Sophie. The youngest of the nuns was to read a few words of welcome to Monseigneur. This was the delightful Sister Seraphine. After that Marie Buguet was to play a pianoforte solo by Henri Herz.
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