About a week after this lady's quick sympathies had enlisted themselves with Mr. Rosier, Isabel, going rather late to dress for dinner, found Pansy sitting in her room. The girl seemed to have been awaiting her;she got up from her low chair. "Pardon my taking the liberty," she said in a small voice. "It will be the last—for some time."
Her voice was strange, and her eyes, widely opened,had an excited, frightened look. "You're not going away!" Isabel exclaimed.
"I'm going to the convent."