CHAPTER XVI

But Dimny did not listen. She was thinking hard. The elderly woman had spoken of some one who nursed Belgian nuns and novices. Some of these might have been at the very convent where Dimny’s own mother and sister had been. Of course, it was improbable that such good fortune should come to meet her on her first night in England, but she might at least get some clue, some help. Anything at all that she could learn would be of help, for she knew nothing, nor how to set about finding out anything. She lacked the courag…