He is afraid of all nuns.

I know he is, though he denies it.

Some day, in the holidays, I shall dress as a nun, and you will see.

It will frighten him out of his wits." "Yes," said Sarrion looking at her, "I expect it would.

Tell me," he went on after a pause, "Do you know this stick ?" And he held out, under the rays of the lamp, the sword-stick he had picked up in the Calle San Gregorio.
She looked at it and then at him with startled eyes.
"Of course," she said.