"May I speak to my sister Annora for a moment, and not to the Mother?"
she asked, with a look half amused and half sad.
"Thou mayest always do that, dear heart," said I.
(I hope it was not wicked.)
"Then--Annora, for whom is the Lady Joan looking?"
"Looking! I understand thee not, Margaret."
"I think it is either thou or I," she replied. "Sister Anne told me
that she asked her if there were not some Sisters of the Despenser
family here, and wished to have them pointed out to her: and she said to
Sister Anne, `She whom I seek was professed as a very little child.'
That must be either thou or I, Annora. What can she want with us?"
"Verily, Margaret, I cannot tell."
"I wondered if she might be a niece of ours."
"She may," said I. "I never thought of that. There is something about
her eyes that reminds me of some one, but who it is I know not."
"Thou couldst ask her," suggested Margaret.
"I scarcely like to do that," said I. "But I will think about it,
Margaret."