He got up presently, and padded down the nave, kneeling to every altar as he went.

Many an eye followed him as he pushed on and past the curtain of the ambulatory.

They guessed him for the wedding, and so (God knows) he was.

In the shadow of a great pillar he stopped short, and again went down on his knee; from here he could see the business in train.
He saw Jehane at prayer, in green and white, kneeling at her faldstool like a painted lady on an altar tomb; he just saw the pure curve of her cheek, the coiled masses of her hair, which seemed to burn it.

All the world with the lords thereof was at his feet, but this treasure which he had held and put away was denied him.