Perhaps you have met Father O'Connell.

He is on a London mission.' 'No,' said Mr.Austin, 'I do not happen to have met him.

My church is in Yorkshire.' The nun gazed at him in amazement.
'Your church! Then you are---- 'Yes,' he said, 'I am a priest.' Her eyes slowly travelled over him.

They began at the gray trousers, passed to the blazer, resting a moment on the college arms, which certainly suggested the ecclesiastical, and remained fixed on his collar.

After all, why should she, a humble nun, doubt his word when he said he was a priest?
Perhaps he might belong to some order of which she had never heard.