Meanwhile the piety and austerity of Petronilla made a safe topic of talk, and a long procession reverently escorted her to her temporary abode near the bishop's house.
To-day the clouds spent themselves in rain; before nightfall the heavens began to clear.

The island peak of Inarime stood purple against a crimson sunset.

After supper, Aurelia and Basil held conference.

The wind would not be favourable for their voyage; none the less, they decided to start at the earliest possible hour.

Dawn was but just streaking the sky, when they rode down the dark gorge which led to the shore, Basil attended by Felix, the lady by one maid.