This young and lovely lady has, just lately, heard the world loudly calling--on her own shewing, through the neighing of a palfrey bringing to mind past scenes of gaiety.

But--the Prioress suspicioned the voice of an earthly lover; and I, knowing how reckless and resolute an earthly lover was attempting to invade the Nunnery, we both--the Prioress and I--drew our own conclusions, and proceeded to face the problem with which we found ourselves confronted, namely:--whether to allow or to thwart the flight of Seraphine." The Knight, toying with walnuts, held at the moment four in the palm of his right hand.

They broke with a four-fold crack, which sounded but as one mighty crunch.

Then, all unconscious of what he did, the Knight opened his great hand and let fall upon the table, a little heap of crushed nuts, shells and white flesh inextricably mixed.
The Bishop glanced at the small heap.

The veiled twinkle in his eyes seemed to say; "So much for Seraphine!" "I know not any lady of that name," said the Knight.
"Not by that name, my son.