human
You may say what you please, but there is a tragedy in that door which closed upon her.
gpt
Therefore in the Benedictine convent in the Rue Tournefort, the scene takes place in the interior of the convent, and the family is not present, the mother is spared, but mitigated thus, the ceremony is but a mere form, almost a foolish rule in the seclusion wherein the Faith is hidden.
human
Those nuns are also Benedictines of the perpetual Adoration, are they not?
gpt
Yes, do you know their convent?
human
It is older, but less interesting than that in the Rue Monsieur, the chapel is mean, full of plaster statuettes, cotton flowers, bunches of grapes and ears of corn in gold paper, but the old building of the nunnery is curious. It contains, what shall I call it? a school dining-room, and a retreatant's drawing-room, and so gives at once the impression of old age and childhood.
gpt
I know that class of convents, said Durtal.
human
I used often to see one, when I used to visit an old aunt at Versailles. It always used to impress me as a Maison Vauquer, brought to devotional uses, it had the air at once of a _table d'hôte_ in the Rue de la Clef and the sacristy of a country church.
gpt
Just so,
human
I had many interviews with the abbess in the Rue Tournefort; you guess at rather than see her, for you are separated from her by a screen of black wood, behind which is stretched a black curtain which she draws aside.
gpt
I can see it,