'There goes a dead man,' was therefore his comment before he resumed.
But Jehane, when she heard the horse, ran out to meet his rider.

Her face was alight.

'Come in, come in,' she said, and took him by the hand.
He followed her with a beating heart, neither daring nor knowing how to say anything.

She led him into the little dark chapel.
'Gilles, Gilles,' she said panting, 'do you love me, Gilles ?' He was hoarse, could hardly speak for the crack in his throat.

'O God,' he said under his breath, 'O God, Jehane, how I love you!' Here, because of a certain flicker in her eyes, he made forward; but she put out her two hands the length of her arms and fenced him off.