I fear I ofttimes tried you by being too firmly set on my own will and way.
But, I pray you to believe, I ever valued your counsel and could scarce have lived without your friendship.

Last night, on first entering the Castle, I fear I spoke wildly and acted strangely.

I was sore overwrought.

I came in, out of the night, not knowing whom I should find in the hall chamber; and--for a moment, my lord, for one wild, foolish moment--I took you not for yourself but for another." "For whom did you take me, my daughter ?" asked the Bishop.
"For one of whom you have oft reminded me, my lord, if I may say so without offence, seeing I speak of a priest who was the ideal of my girlhood's dreams.

Knew you, many years ago, one Father Gervaise, held in high regard at the Court, confessor to the Queen and her ladies ?" The Bishop smiled, and his blue eyes looked into Mora's with an expression of quiet interest.
"Father Gervaise ?" he said.