Yet there was heavy foreboding at the Bishop's heart, as he paced slowly down the hall.
Greatly he feared lest this twenty-four hours' delay should mean mischief wrought, which could never be undone.
Passing into the chapel, he kneeled long before the shrine of Saint Joseph praying, with an intense fervour of petition, that his warning might reach the Knight before any word had passed his lips which could shake Mora's belief in that which was to her the sole justification for the important step she had taken.
The Bishop prayed and fasted; fasted, prayed, and kept vigil.

And all the night through, in thought, he followed Brother Philip and his escort as they rode northward, through the forests, up the glens, and over the moors, making direct for Mora's home, to which she and Hugh were travelling by a more roundabout way..