But he sat up, took the goblet from the Knight's hand, and slowly sipped its contents.
Almost at once, a faint tinge of colour shewed in his cheeks and on his lips; his eyes grew bright.

He smiled at the Knight, as he placed the empty goblet on the table beside him.
"Ah, my dear Hugh," he said, extending his hand; "it is good to find you here.

Let us continue our conversation, if you are sufficiently rested and refreshed.

I have much to say to you." In the reaction of a great relief, Hugh d'Argent seized the extended hand and fervently kissed the Bishop's ring.
It was the reverent homage of a loyal heart.

Symon of Worcester, as with a _Benedicite_ he graciously acknowledged it, suffered a slight twinge of conscience; almost as unusual an experience as the ebullition of temper.