nun and also a ruby, both of high degree.
I was still busy measuring up the copper roofs of the religious house
near Cracow, I used to meet sometimes the Abbess of the nunnery, a
most stately lady of gentle grace. I had learned that she came of a
very noble Polish family, but of course she had dropped her title upon
being received into the religious life and no one was allowed to refer
in her presence to her rank.
lady took quite an interest in my doings about the place, and she used
to ask me many questions about my own people. Where did they live? What
did they do? Was I happy? Did I see sometimes a puzzled flicker in her
eyes as she surveyed me, scion of a race so strangely different,
surely, in its life and aspirations from her own? However, when I told
her that my mother traded in pearls and precious stones she remembered
a ruby of her own to which she attributed considerable value. She had