"He, who is always wiser than the wisest." Hugh noted the heightened colour and the ready protest.
"Perhaps," he suggested, speaking slowly, as if choosing his words with care, "the Bishop's head, being so wise, revealed to him, in himself, a certain foolishness of heart." Mora struck the table with her hand.
"Nay then, verily!" she cried.

"Head and heart alike are wise; and--unlike other men--the Bishop's head rules his heart." "And a most noble heart,", the Knight said, with calmness; neither wincing at the blow upon the table, nor at the "unlike other men," flung out in challenge.
Then, folding his arms upon the table, and looking searchingly into the face of his bride: "Tell me," he said, "during all these years, has this friendship with Symon of Worcester meant much to thee ?" Something in his tone arrested Mora.

She answered, with an equal earnestness: "Yes, Hugh.

It has done more for me than can well be told.

It has kept living and growing in me much that would otherwise have been stunted or dead; an ever fresh flow of thought, where, but for him, would have been a stagnant pool.