And I could not but weep, though to weep is never my way, and we embraced each the other, and I told her how all your converse had ever been of her, even when you were beside yourself, in your fever, and how never was so faithful a lover.

Nay, I bid you be glad, for I never deemed that any woman living on earth would so repent and so confess herself to another, where she herself had first been wroth, but would blame all the world rather, and herself--never.

So we women are not all alike, as I thought; for I would hardly have forgiven, if I know myself; and yet I am no worse than another.

Truly, she has been much with the Maid, and has caught from her this, to be like her, who is alone among women, and of the greatest heart." Here she ceased to speak very gravely, as she had till now done, and breaking out into a sweet laughter, she cried-- "Nevertheless I am not wholly a false prophetess, for to-day you go with them southward, to Tours, to change the air, as the physician counsels, and so now we part.

O false Scot!" she said, laughing again, "how have you the ill courtesy to look so joyous?
Nay, I shall change your cheer"; and with that she stooped and kissed my cheek, saying, "Go, and joy go with you, as joy abides with me, to see my sick man look so strong again.
Come, they are waiting for us, and you know we must not tarry." Then, giving me her arm, she led me in, and if one of us twain had a shamefaced guise, verify it was not Charlotte Boucher.
"I yield you back your esquire, fair lady," she said merrily, making obeisance to Elliot, who stood up, very pale, to receive us.
"He has got no ill in the bower of the enchantress," said my master; whereat, Elliot seeming some deal confused, and blushing, Charlotte bustled about, bringing wine and meat, and waiting upon all of us, and on her father and mother at table.