‘The King will be at Louviers,’ said Richard.  He gave a short laugh.  ’Well, he shall light us to bed.  Heart of a man, I am sick of all this.  Let me in.’

She stood aside, and he rode boldly into the tower, stooping as he passed her to touch her cheek.  She looked up quickly, then let in the abbot, who, with much ceremony, came bowing, his horse led by the bridle.  She shut the door behind them and drove home the great bolts.  Servants came tumbling out to take the horses and do their duty; Count Eustace, a brother of Jehane’s, got up from the hearth, where he had been asleep on a bearskin, rubbed his eyes, gulped a yawn, knelt, and was kissed by Richard.  Jehane stood apart, mistress of herself as it seemed, but conscious, perhaps, that she was being watched.  So she was.  In the bustle of salutation the Abbot Milo found eyes to see what manner of sulky, beautiful girl this was.

He watched shrewdly, and has described her for us with the meticulous particularity of his time and temper.  He runs over her parts like a virtuoso.  The iris of her eyes, for instance, was wet grey, but ringed with black and shot with yellow, giving so the effect of hot green; her mouth was of an extraordinary dark red colour, very firm in texture, close-grained, ‘like the darker sort of strawberries,’ says he.  The upper lip had the sulky curve; she looked discontented, and had reason to be, under such a scrutiny of the microscope.  Her hair was colour of raw silk, eyebrows set rather high, face a thinnish oval, complexion like a pink rose’s, neck thinnish again, feet, hands, long and nervous, ‘good working members,’ etc. etc.  None of this helps very much; too detailed.  But he noticed how tall she was and how slim, save for a very beautiful bosom, too full for Dian’s (he tells us), whom else she resembled; how she was straight as a birch-tree; how in walking it seemed as if her skirts clung about her knees.  There was an air of mingled surprise and defiance about her; she was a silent girl.  ’Fronted like Juno,’ he appears to cry, ’shaped like Hebe, and like Demeter in stature; sullen with most, but with one most sweetly apt, she looked watchful but was really timid, looked cold but was secretly afire.  I knew soon enough how her case stood, how hope and doubt strove in her and choked her to silence.  I guessed how within those reticent members swift love ran like wine; but because of this proud, brave mask of hers I was slow to understand her worth.  God help me, I thought her a thing of snow!’

He records her dress at this time, remarkable if becoming.  It was all white, and cut wedge-shaped in front, very deep; but an undervest of crimson crossed the V in the midst and saved her modesty, and his.  Her hair, which was long, was plaited in two plaits with seed-pearls, brought round her neck like a scarf and the two ends joined between her breasts, thus defining a great beauty of hers and making a gold collar to her gown.  Round her smooth throat was a little chain with a red jewel; on her head another jewel (a carbuncle) set in a flower, with three heron’s plumes falling back from it.  She had a broad belt of gold and sapphire stones, and slippers of vair.  ‘Oh, a fine straight maid,’ says Milo in conclusion, ’golden and delicate, with strangely shaded eyes.  They knew her as Jehane of the Fair Girdle.’