WILD WORK IN THE CHURCH OF GISORS When in March the chase is up, and the hunting wind searches out the fallow places of the earth, love also comes questing, desire is awake; man seeks maid, and maid seeks to be sought.

If man or maid have loved already the case is worse; we hear love crying, but cannot tell where he is, how or with what honesty to let him in.

All those ranging days Jehane--whether in bed cuddling her letters, or at the window of her tower, watching with brimmed eyes the pairing of the birds--showed a proud front of sufferance, while inly her heart played a wild tune.

Not a crying girl, nor one capable of any easy utterance, she could do no more than stand still, and wonder why she was most glad when most wretched.

She ought to have felt the taint, to love the man who had slain her brother; she might have known despair: she did neither.