He had been her trusted friend and counsellor during all these years.

Yet now she knew him arrayed against her, and she feared him more than she feared Hugh.
Hugh wrestled with her feelings; and, on the plane of the senses, she knew her will would triumph.

But the Bishop wrestled with her mentality; and behind his calm gentleness was a strength of intellect which, if she yielded at all, would seize and hold her, as steel fingers in a velvet glove.
She returned to her seat, composed but determined.
"Reverend Father," she said, "I pray you to pardon my too swift indignation.

To you I look to aid me in this time of difficulty.

I grieve for the sorrow and disappointment to a brave and noble knight, a loyal lover, and a most faithful heart.