"But I felt certain I had heard the name, and that the owner thereof had some knowledge of my movements.
Now, I pray thee, dear Heart, tell me all." So sitting there on the ramparts of her old home, the stillness of the fragrant summer night all around, Mora told from the beginning the wondrous history of the trance of Mary Antony, and the blessed vision then vouchsafed to her.
The Knight listened with glowing eyes.

Once he interrupted to exclaim: "Oh, true! Most true! More true than thou canst know.

Left alone in thy cell, I kneeled to our Lady, saying those very words: 'Mother of God, send her to me! Take pity on a hungry heart, a lonely home, a desolate hearth, and send her to me.' I was alone.

Only our Lady whom I besought, heard those words pass my lips." Again Hugh kneeled, kissed the medallion, and lifted to heaven eyes luminous with awe and worship.
Continuing, Mora told him all, even to each detail of her long night vigil and her prayer for a sign which should be given direct to herself, so soon granted by the arrival and flight of the robin.

But this failed to impress Hugh, wholly absorbed in the vision, and unable to see where any element of hesitation or of uncertainty could come in.
Hearing it from Mora, he was spared the quaint turn which was bound to be given to any recital, however sacred, heard direct from old Mary Antony.
The Knight was a Crusader.