Each time that steed neighed, I could see Snowflake more clearly, in trappings of gay crimson, with silver bells, amid many others prancing impatiently, champing their bits as they waited; for it pleased me to come out last, when all were mounted.

Then the riders lifted their plumed caps when I appeared, while Wilfred, pushing my page aside, did swing me into the saddle.
Thus, with shouting and laughter and winding of horn, we would all ride out to the hunt or the tourney; I first, on Snowflake; Wilfred, close behind." Very quietly the Prioress sat listening.

She did not take her eyes from the flushed face.

A slight colour tinged her own cheeks.
"Who was Wilfred ?" she asked, when Sister Seraphine paused for breath.
"My cousin, whom I should have wed if----" "If ?" "If I had not left the world." The Prioress considered this.
"If your heart was set upon wedding your cousin, my child, why did you profess a vocation and, renouncing all worldly and carnal desires, gain admission to our sacred Order ?" "My heart was not set on marrying my cousin!" cried Sister Seraphine, with petulance.

"I was weary of Wilfred.