She is made for a nun." Sir James edged his horse in presently close to Ralph, as Mary went in front through a narrow opening in the wood.
"Be good to him," he said.

"He thinks so much of you." Ralph glanced up and smiled into the tender keen eyes that were looking into his own.
"Why, of course, sir," he said.
* * * * * It was an immense pleasure to Chris to notice the difference in Nicholas's behaviour towards him.

There was none of that loud and cheerful rallying that stood for humour, no criticisms of his riding or his costume.

The squire asked him a hundred questions, almost nervously, about the Holy Maid and himself, and what had passed between them.
"They say the Host was carried to her through the air from Calais, Chris, when the King was there.

Did you hear her speak of that ?" Chris shook his head.
"There was not time," he said.
"And then there was the matter of the divorce--" Nicholas turned his head slightly; "Ralph cannot hear us, can he?
Well--the matter of the divorce--I hear she denounced that, and would have none of it, and has written to the Pope, too." "They were saying something of the kind," said Chris, "but I thought it best not to meddle." "And what did she say to you ?" Chris told him the story, and Nicholas's eyes grew round and fixed as he listened; his mouth was a little open, and he murmured inarticulate comments as they rode together up from the mill.
"Lord!" he said at last, "and she said all that about hell.