"You know not the heart of a nun." He did not reason further.

It was enough for him to know that the shattered image she had buried was not the ideal of his love and hers, or the hope of future happiness together.
"Time flies, dear Heart," he said.

"May I speak to thee of immediate plans ?" "I listen," she answered.
Hugh stood in the entrance, among the yellow roses, leaning against the doorpost, his arms folded on his breast, his feet crossed.
At once she was reminded of the scene in her cell, when he had taken up that attitude while still garbed as a nun, and she had said: "I know you for a man," and, in her heart had added: "And a stronger man, surely, than Mary Seraphine's Cousin Wilfred!" "We ride on to-day," said the Knight, "if you feel able for a few hours in the saddle, to the next stage in our journey.

It is a hostel in the forest; a poor kind of place, I fear; but there is one good room where you can be made comfortable, with Mistress Deborah.

I shall sleep on the hay, without, amongst my men.