“You silly, silly thing,” she whispered, in the seclusion of her nun’s cell, “you’re glad to see him when you’re not sure he’s glad to see you. Don’t try to deny it, because it’s true. But don’t you dare to let him know it. When he says he’s sorry he was so horrid you can decide what to say, but not before. I hope you’ve got pride enough to be a man-hater as long as he is a woman-hater.”