But he did not think it right that a woman should have such complete mastery over herself, and therefore over others.

A fine quality in a man, may be a blemish in a woman.

For which reason the Bishop leaned forward and whispered.
"Let her fly, my daughter; let her fly.

If his arms await her, she will not have far to go, nor many dangers to face.

Her lover will know how to guard his own." "My lord," said the Prioress, now flushed with anger, "you amaze me! Am I to understand that you would have me open the Convent door, so that a renegade nun may escape to her lover?
Or perhaps, my lord, it would better meet your ideas if I bid the porteress stand wide the great gates, so that this high-spirited Knight may ride in and carry off the nun he desires, in sight of all! My Lord Bishop! You rule in Worcester and in the cities of the diocese.