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 made these grounds like an Eden in miniature. Even a more resigned expression came over the worn face of Madame La Tour at the quiet, peaceful scene.

From out of the vine-clad porch came the stately figure of the Abbess, her fine features wearing a look of calmness and her lips wreathed with smiles.

“You are welcome to the convent of the Sacred Heart,” she said in a rich, expressive voice, giving her hand to Madame La Tour and pressing a kiss upon the girl's fair forehead. “I trust our humble abode may prove a restful asylum for you both. I have learned your sad history with commiseration.”

These sympathetic words allayed Madame's fears. As for Katharine, with the impulsiveness of youth, she yielded willing homage to this gracious woman.

Monseigneur Ryder watched the scene with satisfaction. He knew full well that if the Lady Abbess chose to be fascinating no young person could long withstand the charm of her personality.

Sister Margaret was summoned, who escorted the ladies to a pleasant suite of rooms on the second floor, daintily furnished, with all the necessary conveniences.

“I did not expect to find such creature comfort in a convent,” said Madame La Tour in surprise.

“You forget that you are guests of the Lady Abbess,” said their guide. “The Sisters themselves are permitted no such luxuries.”