"Godwin has kept you too long to pray with him in church.

Well, it is his custom, from which I myself have suffered.

Be seated on this settle and warm yourself." She obeyed without a word, and opening her fur cloak, stretched out her hands towards the flame, which played upon her dark and lovely face.

Wulf looked round him.
The hall was empty.

Then he looked at Rosamund.
"I am glad to find this chance of speaking with you alone, Cousin, since I have a question to ask of you; but I must pray of you to give me no answer to it until four-and-twenty hours be passed." "Agreed," she said.