'Ah, thanks! Ah, my thanks, O Christ my Saviour!' she sighed.

'O sweet Saviour Christ, now I will tell him all the truth.' If he had listened to her then it had been well for him.

But he did not.
The struggle had fretted him likewise; if she was mad he was maddened.
He got angry where he should have been most patient.

'The truth, by heaven!' he snapped.

'Ah, if I have not had enough of this truth!' And so he left her shuddering.