You can arouse her and bring her to me and no one need know that she has had a visitor--except, I suppose, the peeping eyes that haunt a nunnery corridor." He gave a shrug of the shoulder.
"Mother of God!" he exclaimed.

"The air of secrecy infects one.

I am not a secretive man.

All the world knows my opinions.

And here am I plotting like a friar.