Finding it over hard to say it himself, he leaves the task to Margery.

And as for that letter; a Lenten jest I called it yestereve; and so it is verily! Read it once more.

Why, it is as dripping with love as a garment drips when it is fished out of a pool! While he is trying to shut the door on you he clasps you to his heart.

Peradventure his love never glowed so hotly, and he was never so strongly drawn to you as when he wrote this paltry stuff to burst the sacred bands which bind you together.

Are you so dull as not to feel this ?" "Nay, I see it right well," cried Ann eagerly, "I knew it when I first read the letter.