Sister Aloysia, the Reverend Father wants to buy tweed to make a dress for '-- she hesitated; perhaps it was his niece, but he looked young to have a full-grown niece--'for his sister.' Sister Aloysia looked round her, puzzled.

She saw no Reverend Father.
'This,' said the other, 'is Father--Father----' 'Austin,' he helped her out.
'Father Austin,' added the nun.
'And you wish,' said Sister Aloysia, 'to buy a dress for your sister ?' 'Not for my sister,' said Mr.Austin--'for my wife.' Both nuns started back as if he had tried to strike them.
'Your wife! Your wife! Then you are a Protestant.' 'Certainly not,' he said.

'I detest all Protestants.

I am a Catholic--an Anglo-Catholic.' Neither of the nuns had ever heard of an Anglo-Catholic before.
What manner of religion such people might profess was doubtful and unimportant.

One thing was clear--this was not a priest in any sense of the word which they could recognise.