"Our Lady vouchsafed a wondrous vision, in which her own voice was heard, giving command and consent." The Knight, crossing himself, dropped upon his knees, lifting his eyes heavenward in fervent praise and adoration.

He raised to his lips a gold medallion, which he wore around his neck, containing a picture of the Virgin, and kissed it devoutly; then overcome by emotion, he covered his face with his hands and knelt with bowed head, reciting in a low voice, the _Salve Regina_.
Mora watched him, with deep gladness of heart.

This fervent joy and devout thanksgiving differed so greatly from the half-incredulous, whimsically amused, mental attitude with which Symon of Worcester had received her recital of the miracle.

Hugh's reverent adoration filled her with happiness.
Presently he rose and stood beside her again, expectant, eager.
"Tell me more; nay, tell me all," he said.
"The vision," began Mora, "was given to the old lay-sister, Mary Antony." "Mary Antony ?" queried Hugh, with knitted brow.

"'The old lay-sister, Mary Antony'?
Why do I know that name?
I seem to remember that the Bishop spoke of her, as we walked together in the Palace garden, the day following the arrival of the messenger from Rome.