The panes of the high mullioned windows were tinged with splashes of color. The pale light crept into the room, slowly revealing and lighting up its splendors. With windows for parallels dawn there came into the heart of Catharine Knollys a flood of light and joy. The same tide of windows for parallels and calm might have swept into the bosom of the man before her. His eyes opened wide, in their gaze wonder and disbelief, yet hope and longing.