The luminous glow streaming through the stained glass windows and the candle burning near the altar were beacons.
Then he saw Julie, sitting wrapped in a heavy cloak, in one of the pews before the choir, and the grim Suzanne, also shrouded in a heavy cloak, sat beside her.

John's heart was in a glow.

He knew now that he loved his comrade Philip's sister.

Two or three of the golden curls escaping from her hood, fell down her back, and they were twined about his heart.
He knew too that it was not the light from the stained windows, but Julie herself who had filled the church with splendor.

She was to John a young goddess, perfect in her beauty, one who could do no wrong.