That was her one _sine qua non_, that he should admire her most of all, or rather be fondest of her in his innermost self.
What was she thinking about?
What was there to show that he cared one brass farthing about her?
Nothing at all.

And yet, why was he here where she had parted from him so long ago?
Surely not to stare at the grave of a dead woman with whom he could have had nothing to do, since she left the world some five centuries before.

And another question.
What had brought her here, she who hated churches and all the mummery that they signified?
Would he never wake up?
Would he never realise her presence?
Oh! then he could care nothing about her.

Probably he was thinking of the girl he had pulled up a cliff in the Alps.

But why did he come to this place to think of _her_?
Isobel stood quite still there and waited in the shadow of a Georgian tomb, till presently Godfrey did seem to grow aware that he was no longer alone.