His betrothed had been taken from him during his absence from England, waging war against the Turks in Palestine--taken from him by a most dastardly and heartless plot.
He made many inquiries concerning this Nunnery and Order, rode north again on urgent business, but returned, with a large retinue, five days since." The Prioress did not stir.

She maintained her quiet posture as an attentive listener.

But her face grew as white as her wimple, and she folded her hands to steady their trembling.
But the Bishop, now eagerly launched, had no interest in pallor, or possible palsy.

His vigorous words cut the calm atmosphere.

The gem on his finger sparkled like red wine in a goblet.
"I knew him of old," he said; "knew him as a high-spirited lad, yet loving, and much beloved.