Into his eyes flashed a light of triumphant joy, of adoring love and admiration.

She had avoided looking at her own reflection; but his face, as he came up the steps, mirrored her loveliness.

It had cost her such anguish of soul to divest herself of her sacred habit and don these gay garments belonging to a life long left behind, that his evident delight in the change, moved her to an unreasonable resentment.

Also that sudden blaze of love in his dark eyes, dazzled her heart, even as a burst of sunshine might dazzle one used to perpetual twilight.
She took the Bishop's letter, with averted eyes; read it; then moved swiftly down the steps to where Icon waited.
"Mount me," she said to Martin Goodfellow, as she passed him; and it was Martin who swung her into the saddle.
Then she trembled at what she had done, in yielding to this impulse which made her shrink from Hugh.
As the black mane of his horse drew level with Icon's head, and side by side they rode out from the courtyard, she feared a thunder-cloud on the Knight's brow, and a sullen silence, as the best she could expect.
But calm and cheerful, his voice fell on her ear; and glancing at him furtively, she still saw on his face that light which dazzled her heart.

Yet no word did he speak which all might not have heard, and not once did he lay his hand on hers.