She saw him rarely; but in return she saw his peers, and had to keep her head high among the women of the French court.

And so she did until one day, as she was walking back from mass with her ladies, she saw her brother Saint-Pol on horseback, him and William des Barres.
Timidly she would have slipped by; but Saint-Pol saw her, reined up his horse in the middle of the street, and stared at her as if she had been less than nothing to him.

She felt her knees fail her, she grew vividly red, but she kept her way.

After this terrible meeting she dared not leave the convent.
Of course she was quite safe.

Saint-Pol could not do anything against the conqueror of Touraine, the ally of his master; but she felt tainted, and had thoughts (not for the first time) of taking the veil.