But our Lady urged her again. "Dearest, were you ever in love?"
"In Heaven," Miss Temple was angry, "there's neither marrying nor giving in marriage. The sun will be darkened, the moon shall not give her light, the powers of Heaven shall be shaken, the earth shall quake, the mountains shall fall, the heavens shall roll away like a scroll before the great and terrible day of the Lord. This is a time for fasting, vigils, humiliation, prayer, not for profane thoughts of love."
Margaret lay back among the pillows, releasing Miss Temple's hand.
"I'm tired," she said, "so tired."
Then of a sudden she started up alert, listening intently, her eyes upon the door, at which the old lady grumbled, asking what was the matter.
"Don't you hear?"
"The roar of fire, child, there's nothing else."
"But I hear somebody coming—hush—listen."
"The fall of some building perhaps."
"There's somebody coming for me. I tell you somebody is coming—from Lyonesse—from him. Hark! There are footsteps."