Winfred

Then Ulric told him the story of Winfred and Christabel, and described the scene which he had witnessed in the forest.

But the knife never fell, for from the silent avenues of the dark forest came the good Saint Winfred and his people.

How you will miss Roger—for it will be different, now, Winfred—it must be, you know.

As time went by Winfred grew silent, but each day he looked oftener at Christabel.