But indeed Jehane won the favour of most.

If she was not so beautiful as Saill, she was more courteous, if not so pious as Elis, more the woman for that.

There were many, misled by her petulant lips and watchful eyes, to call her sulky: these did not judge her silence favourably.

They thought her cold, and so she was to all but one; their eyes might have told them what she was to him, and how when they met in love, to kiss or cling, their two souls burned together.

And if she made a sweet lover, she promised to be a rare Countess.