This being the day of St. Catherine of Alexandria, Eleanor is quite beside herself. As you know, St. Catherine is the patron saint of virginal, unmarried young women. Well, Eleanor *has* been married, though in name only, so she qualifies. However, how she does wish in her heart of hearts that she could be with Lord Hugh, he of the intense blue gaze that shakes her to her core. Consequently, she prays fervently to St. Catherine, hoping that the kind saint will help her govern her passions, for that is what St. Catherine is known for. Can Eleanor keep her passions in check? She blushes at the thought.