It lies with us men to decide the feather-weight which will make the scale go either way with them--to heaven or hell." Here the ancient housekeeper announced that coffee and rolls were ready for them in the other room, and the Pere Anselme led the way without further words.
Less than an hour later, the two men who loved this one woman met just over the causeway, where Henry awaited Michael's coming.

It was a difficult moment for them both, but they clasped hands with a few ordinary words.

Henry's walk in the wind had strengthened his nerves.
For some reason, he was now conscious that he was feeling no acute pain as he had expected that he would do, and that there was even some kind of satisfaction in the thought that, on this Christmas morning, he was able to bring great happiness to Sabine.

He could not help remarking, as they crossed the drawbridge, that Michael looked a most suitable mate for her: he was such a picture of superb health and youth.

As they entered the courtyard, Moravia and her little son came out of the main door.
The Princess greeted them gaily.