I have no choice but to ride and see the Bishop, face to face.

It is not a question which can be settled by writing nor could it wait the passing to and fro of messengers.

Believe me, Mora, it is urgent.

Naught but exceeding urgency could force me from thee on this day." "Has it to do with my flight from the Convent ?" she asked.
He bowed his head.
"Will you tell me the matter on your return, Hugh ?" "I know not," he answered, with face averted.

"I cannot say." Then with sudden violence: "Oh, my God, Mora, ask me no more! See the Bishop, I must! Speak with him, I must! In nine days at the very most, I will be back with thee.