In which Lovel takes refuge in the Green Chamber of Monkbarns, a room steeped in the melancholy of time and tinged with the histories woven into its ancient tapestry, while wrestling with the tumult of his own unrequited affection. Haunted by vivid dreams and the strains of a plaintive song, he contemplates the fleeting nature of joy and sorrow amidst the steadfastness of the past, before awaking to the humble ministrations of a kindly old valet.