He will give his whole mind to your comfort.

Send word to Brother Philip, Jasper, that I will speak with him here." The Bishop accompanied the Knight to the door of the library; watched him stride along the gallery, silent and sullen, in the wake of the hastening Jasper; then turned and walked slowly back to the table, smiling, and gently rubbing his hands together as he walked.
He had gained time, and he had successfully regained his sense of supremacy.

Taken wholly by surprise, he had not felt able to cope with this gaunt, dusty, desperately determined Knight.

But the Knight would leave more than mere travel stains behind, in the scented waters of the bath! He would reappear clothed and in his right mind.

A good meal and a flagon of Italian wine would further improve that mind, mellowing it and rendering it pliable and easy to convince; though truly it passed comprehension why the Knight should need convincing, or of what! Even more incomprehensible was it, that a man wedded to Mora, not two weeks since, should of his own free will elect to leave her.
The Bishop turned.
Brother Philip stood in the doorway, bowing low.
"Come in, my good Philip," said the Bishop; "come in, and shut the door.