It had not occurred to her before, but now
the thought passed through her mind, formulating itself in this way:
"After all, the mummeress isn't dead in me yet; bringing my notices
to nuns! Dear me! how like me!" And she sat watching the nuns, a
little amused, when the Prioress asked Sister Mary John to read some
passages to her.
"Now I can't sit here and hear you read out my praises. You can read
them when I am gone. A little more money and a little less praise
would have suited me better, Sister Mary John."
"Would you care to come into the garden?" the nun asked. "I was just
going out to feed the birds. Poor things! they come in from the
common; our garden is full of them. But what about singing at
Benediction to-day? Would you like to try some music over with me
and forget the birds?"
"There will be plenty of time to try over music."
The door opened again. It was the porteress come to say that
Monsignor had just arrived and would like to speak with the
Prioress.
"But ask him to come in.... Here is a friend of yours, Monsignor. She
has just returned from--"
"From a disastrous concert tour, having only made four hundred pounds
with six concerts. My career as a prima donna is at an end.
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