So appear, man or devil," answered Emlyn stoutly.

But in secret she crossed herself beneath her cape, for in those days folk believed in the appearance of devils for no good purposes.
The statue began to creak, then opened like a door, though very unwillingly, as though its hinges had been fixed for a long, long time and rusted in the damp, which was indeed the case.

Inside of it, like a corpse in an upright coffin, appeared a figure, a square, strong figure, clad in a tattered monk's robe, surmounted by a large head with fiery red hair and beetling brows, beneath which shone two wild grey eyes.
Emlyn, whose heart had stood still--for, after all, Satan is awkward company for a mortal woman--waited till it gave a jump in her breast and went on again as usual.

Then she said quietly-- "What are you doing here, Thomas Bolle ?" "That is what I want to know, Emlyn.

Night and day for weeks you have been calling me, and so I came." "Yes, I have been calling you; but how did you come ?" "By the old monk's road.