Have you contrived to see the woman you loved, and lost, and are now seeking to regain?
Tell me not how, nor when, nor where; but have you had speech with her?
Have you made clear to her the treachery which sundered you?
Have you pleaded with her to remember her early betrothal, to renounce these later vows, and to fly with you ?" The Knight looked straight into the Bishop's keen eyes.
At first he could not bring himself to answer.
This princely figure, with his crimson robes and golden cross, so visibly represented the power and authority of the Church.
His own intrusion into the Nunnery, his attempt to win away a holy nun, suddenly appeared to him, as the most appalling sacrilege.
With awe and consternation in his own, he met the Bishop's eyes.
At first they were merely clear and searching, and the Knight sat tongue-tied.

But presently there flicked into them a look so human, so tender, so completely understanding, that straightway the tongue of the Knight was loosed.
"My lord, I have," he said.

"All those things have I done.

I have been in heaven, Reverend Father, and I have been in hell----" "Sh, my son," murmured the Bishop.

"Methinks you have been in a place which is neither heaven nor hell; though it may, on occasion, approximate somewhat nearly to both.