It was out of one of his old Welsh poets--Taliesin, or Davydd ap Gwilym, or somebody.

It was about the moon, but indeed I don't know if I can put it into English." "Try," said Cardo.
"'She comes from out the fold And leads her starry flock among the fields of night.'" "Yes, that is beautiful," said Cardo.

"Indeed, I am glad you find something interesting in those dog-eared old books." "Dog-eared?
But they are indeed," she said, laughing.

"But how do you know?
They may be gold and leather, and spic and span from the bookseller's, for all you know." "No, I have seen them, and have seen you reading them." "Seen me reading them?
How?
Where ?" "Last night I was under the elder bushes, and saw you reading to your uncle.

I watched you for a long time." Valmai was silent.
"You are not vexed with me for that ?" She was still silent; a tumult of happy thoughts filled her mind.