I took one of her hands; this much for the sake of policy. "Madam," I said, "I am not thinking of forgiveness, or unforgiveness. I am here to ask a favor; and if you grant it, I am willing that it shall counterbalance everything between us which suggests forgiveness." "Dear me!" she exclaimed, leading the way to a sofa. "Sit down, and let me know my opportunities." I did not want to sit down, but, as I said before, I felt that I must be politic, and so took a seat on the other end of the sofa. "My errand is a very simple one," I said. "I merely want to know the address of Mother Anastasia, in Washington." The lady folded her hands in her lap, and looked at me steadily. "Very simple, indeed," she said. "Why do you come to me for this address? Would not the sisters give it to you?" "For various reasons I did not care to ask them," I replied. "One of them being, I suppose, that you knew you would not get it." I did not reply to this remark. "If you know the address," I inquired, "will you kindly give it to me? It is necessary that I should have it at once." "To telegraph?" she asked. "No, I am going to her." "Oh!" ejaculated the lady, and there was a pause in the conversation. "It does not strike me," she said presently, "that I have any authority to tell gentlemen where to find Mother Anastasia, but I can telegraph and ask her if she is willing that I shall send you to her." This proposition did not suit me at all. I was quite sure that the Mother Superior would not consider it advisable that I should come to her, and would ask me to postpone my communication until she should return to Arden. But Arden, as I had found, would be a very poor place for the long and earnest interview which I desired. "That would not do," I answered; "she would not understand. I wish to see her on an important matter, which can be explained only in a personal interview." "You excite my curiosity," said Miss Laniston. "Why don't you make me your confidante? In that case, I might decide whether or not it would be proper to give you the address." "Impossible," I said,--"that would be impossible." Miss Laniston's eyes were of a blue gray, and very fine ones, and she fixed them upon me with a lively intentness. "Do you still hope," she asked, "to marry Sylvia Raynor? Surely you must know that is impossible. She is now a member for life of the sisterhood." "I know all that," I replied impatiently. "It is not about that matter that I wish to see the Mother Superior." "Is it then about Mother Anastasia herself? Do you wish to marry her?" I sprang to my feet in my excitement. "Why do you speak to me in that way," I exclaimed, "and about a woman who is at the head of a religious institution, and whose earthly existence is devoted to it?" "Not at all," quietly answered the lady. "Mother Anastasia is not a life member of the sisterhood of the House of Martha."