Yet it was a deeper matter than that.
Then there surged over the boy a wave of shame; and the truth prevailed.
His fair face went scarlet; and his eyes filled with tears.

He dropped on his knees in the leaves, seized her hand and kissed it.
"Oh! you must forgive me," he said.

"But ...

but I cannot do it!" III It was a great occasion in the hall that Easter Day.

The three tables, which, according to custom, ran along the walls, were filled to-day with guests; and a second dinner was to follow, scarcely less splendid than the first, for their servants as well as for those of the household.