One bright sunny morning, after a week of her self-imposed seclusion, she announced her intention of calling at the monastery to see Don Aloysius.
"I have been rather rude"-- she said--"Of course he has wanted to know how my flight to the East went off!--and I have given no sign and sent no message." "He has called several times"-- replied Lady Kingswood--"and I think he has been very much disappointed not to be received." "Poor reverend Father!" and Morgana smiled--"He should not bother his mind about a woman! Well! I'm going to see him now." Lady Kingswood looked at her critically.

She was gowned in a simple white morning frock with touches of blue,--and she wore a broad-brimmed Tuscan straw hat with a fold of blue carelessly twined about it.

She made a pretty picture--one of extraordinary youthfulness for any woman out of her 'teens--so much so that Lady Kingswood wondered if voyages in the air would be found to have a rejuvenating effect.
"They do not admit women into the actual monastery"-- she went on--"Feminine frivolities are forbidden! But the ruined cloister is open to visitors and I shall ask to see Don Aloysius there." She lightly waved adieu and went, leaving her amiable and contented chaperone to the soothing companionship of a strip of embroidery at which she worked with the leisurely tranquillity which such an occupation engenders.
The ruined cloister looked very beautiful that morning, with its crumbling arches crowned and festooned with roses climbing every way at their own sweet will, and Morgana's light figure gave just the touch of human interest to the solemn peacefulness of the scene.

She waited but two or three minutes before Don Aloysius appeared--he had seen her arrive from the window of his own private library.

He approached her slowly--there was a gravity in the expression of his face that almost amounted to coldness, and no smile lightened it as she met his keen, fixed glance.
"So you have come to me at last!" he said--"I have not merited your confidence till now! Why ?" His rich voice had a ring of deep reproach in its tone--and she was for a moment taken aback.