The garden was still wet and cold, but a
warm air was coming in, and the voices of the nuns and novices
sounded so innocent and free that Evelyn was moved by a sudden
sympathy to join them.
Under yonder trees the three Mothers were walking, looking towards
Evelyn now and then; she was the subject of their conversation, the
Prioress maintaining it would be a great benefit to her to take the
veil.
"But, dear Mother, do you think she will ever recover her health
sufficiently for her to decide, and for us to decide, whether she has
a vocation?" Mother Hilda asked.
"It seems to me that Evelyn is recovering every day. Do you remember
at first whole days passed without her speaking? Now there are times
when she joins in the conversation."
Mother Mary Hilda did not answer, and a little aggressive glance shot
out of the Prioress's eyes.
"You don't like to have her in the novitiate. I remember when she
returned from Rome--"
"It seems to me that it would be just as well for her to live in the
convent as an oblate, occupying the guest-room as before."
"Now, why do you think that, Hilda? Let us have things precise."
"Her life as an opera singer clings about her.
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