Christian maidens might have worn some such aspect, he thought--but he was in love--as they passed to the lions.

Or Esther, when she went unbidden into the inner court of the King's House, and before the golden sceptre moved.
Something had happened to her.

But what?
She did not see him, and after standing a moment to assure herself that she was alone, she passed to the hearth.

She lifted the lid of the pot, bent over it, and slowly stirred the broth; then, having covered it again, she began to chop the dried herbs on the platter.

Even in her manner of doing this, he fancied a change; a something unlike the Anne he had known, the Anne he had come to love.