I ring a little louder. A tired lay sister puts her head out of an upper
window and asks me what I want. I tell her. She is rather cross and says
I've come to the wrong door. I must go to the second door; and she puts
her head in and shuts the window with a clang that expresses her just
resentment.
I go to the second door, and ring many times again. And another lay
sister puts her head out of an upper window.
She is gentle but sleepy and very slow. She cannot take it in all at
once. She says they are all asleep in the Convent, and she does not like
to wake them. She says this several times, so that I may understand.