The darkness over the sun was withdrawn, and now the clear light began to spread itself abroad.

It was like a second dawn after a painful night.
It tinged the face of the girl; it burnished the wonderful red-brown hair falling loosely and lightly over her forehead; it gave her beauty a touch of luxuriance.

D'Avranche thrilled at the sight of her.
"It's a beautiful face," he said to himself as their eyes met and he saluted once more.
Ranulph had seen the glances passing between the two, and he winced.

He remembered how, eleven years ago, Philip d'Avranche had saved the girl from death.

It galled him that then and now this young gallant should step in and take the game out of his hands--he was sure that himself alone could have mastered this crowd.
"Monsieur--monsieur le chevalier!" the girl called down from the window, "grandpethe says you must breakfast with us.