Yet these two had to stand here and be cold, one to the other....

He was to be a priest; that must not be forgotten, and they must meet no more on the old footing.

That was gone.

Already he stood among the Levites, at least in intention; and the Lord alone was to be the portion of his inheritance and his Cup.
It was a minute before either of them moved, and during that minute the maid felt her courage ebb from her like an outgoing tide, leaving a desolation behind.

It was all that she could do not to cry out.
But when at last Robin made a movement and she had to look him in the face, what she saw there braced and strengthened her.
"You are right, Mistress Marjorie," he said both gravely and kindly.