When she rose, her face was calm, and even joyous.

There was no exultation in her look, but it was full of meek serenity.

As she left the church, she met Father Omehr.

She greeted him with a smile that told what a load was taken off her heart.

There was gratitude, esteem, and a holy joy in that smile--it was full of tender and indescribable sweetness--it was an expression of the happiness and purity of her soul.
It was not the bright smile of youth, or the warm smile of affection; it had none of the witchery of woman, but much of the devotion of the Saint: beautiful as she was, and still more beautiful as it made her, it suggested the Creator, not the creature.
"We shall expect you to-night, Father," she said, pausing but a moment.
Father Omehr nodded, and dismissed the children, who had come for a parting blessing, while the maiden turned her palfrey toward the castle.
She rode swiftly, for dark clouds were climbing up the knew the extent of his infatuation, he was revolving the feasibility of revealing his attachment.