Heart of a man, I am sick of all this.
Let me in.' She stood aside, and he rode boldly into the tower, stooping as he passed her to touch her cheek.

She looked up quickly, then let in the abbot, who, with much ceremony, came bowing, his horse led by the bridle.

She shut the door behind them and drove home the great bolts.
Servants came tumbling out to take the horses and do their duty; Count Eustace, a brother of Jehane's, got up from the hearth, where he had been asleep on a bearskin, rubbed his eyes, gulped a yawn, knelt, and was kissed by Richard.

Jehane stood apart, mistress of herself as it seemed, but conscious, perhaps, that she was being watched.

So she was.
In the bustle of salutation the Abbot Milo found eyes to see what manner of sulky, beautiful girl this was.
He watched shrewdly, and has described her for us with the meticulous particularity of his time and temper.