We have let the situation develop through indecision and, I expect, wounded vanity and weakness--and now we must have strength to abide by our words.

Henry isn't young like we are, you see.

I honestly believe it would knock him right out if anything went wrong." But Sabine clung to him still.

She could think of nothing but that she loved him, and that he was her mate and her husband, and why must she be torn from his side for the happiness of any other man.
She was in an agony of grief.

And then suddenly back to her came the words of Pere Anselme, heavy as the stroke of doom.