She had that loyal belief inseparable from true love until violently overthrown by irrefutable evidence, and which sometimes has such power as to return even then, overthrowing the evidence of the senses themselves.

Are there not men who trust women, and women who trust men, in spite of the vilest betrayals?
Love is indeed often the inspirer of subjective visions, creating in the beloved object the qualities it admires and the virtues it adores, powerless to accept what it is not willing to see, dwelling in a fortress guarded by intangible, and therefore indestructible, fiction and proof against the artillery of facts.

Unorna's confidence was, however, not misplaced.

The man whose promise she had received had told the truth when he had said that he had never broken any promise whatsoever.
In this, at least, there was therefore comfort.

On the morrow she would see him again.