Susannah stretched herself out, loathing with her senses the crowded bed, but with a tender heart for her fellow-sufferers.

After the long dumb weeks of her stern sorrow, after that day's revolt of injured sentiment, she felt that it was worth while to have come here if only to have made some one else, as Elvira had said, "a little glad." The dawn came sighing fitfully, long sighs that rose in the distant fields to the east meeting them in their pilgrimage and dying away westward; the dawn wept also, scattering her tears upon them in like transient showers.
Elvira found her own horse.

The Danite had used yesterday the animal he had provided for Susannah.
"But what right have I to his horse ?" Susannah began her question impetuously, but Elvira silenced her.
"Hush! Don't let the other women know that it isn't yours.

Poor things, they will begin to ask why it isn't theirs.

Do you think that we are living on bowing terms, curtseying to each other and saying, 'After you, madam, if you please' ?" Elvira was changed.