Each time they dismounted, she saw him sign to Martin Goodfellow, and it was Martin who helped her to alight.
All this, in rapid retrospect, passed through Mora's mind as she stood alone beside her splendid Knight, miserably conscious that she had shivered, and that he knew it; and fearful lest he divined the shrinking of her soul away from him, away from love, away from all for which love stood.

Alas, alas! Why did this man--this most human, ardent, loving man--hang all his hopes of happiness upon the heart of a nun?
Would it be possible that he should understand, that eight years of cloistered life cannot be renounced in a day?
Mora looked at him again.
The stern profile might well be about to say: "Shudder again, and I will do to thee that which shall give thee cause to shudder indeed!" Yet, at that moment he spoke, and his voice was infinitely gentle.
"Yonder rides a true friend," he said.

"One who has learned love's deepest lesson." "What is love's deepest lesson ?" she asked.
He turned and looked at her, and the fire of his dark eyes was drowned in tenderness.
"That true love means self-sacrifice," he said.

"Come, my beloved.
Let us walk in the gardens, where we can talk at ease of our plans for the days to come.".