And yet, while thus estranged, I deem
Each loves the other more.
Hers is, perhaps, the saddest heart;
His the more forced and painful part;
And troubled now becomes, perforce,
The inevitable intercourse,
So easy heretofore.
Southey.
A slight start from Tudor Hereward, and a sudden paleness of Lilith’s face, were the only signs of the shock that both had sustained in this unexpected encounter; and even these had been seen by no one except the watchful princess, who had planned the meeting and studied its effect.
Hereward bowed as to any other lady.