Afterwards she had a vague sense of being answered; although she could not see or hear him, she felt his presence.
Then one afternoon, looking from an upper dormer window, she saw a scuffle going on outside the gateway, and heard angry voices.

Thomas Bolle was trying to force his way in at the door, whence he was repelled by the Abbot's men who always watched there.
In the evening she gathered the truth from the nuns, who did not know that she was listening to what they said.

It seemed that Thomas, whom they spoke of as a madman or as drunk, had tried to break into the Nunnery.

When he was asked what he wanted, he answered that he did not know, but he must speak with Emlyn Stower.

At this tidings she smiled to herself, for now she knew that he had heard her, and that in this way or in that he would obey her summons and come.
Two days later Thomas came--thus.
The September evening was fading into night, and Emlyn, leaving Cicely resting on her bed, which now she often did for a while before the supper-hour, had gone into the garden to enjoy the pleasant air.