And now that she is past, the day seems darker.

Go on reading, please, kind Master Humphrey." I tried to go on, but I blundered and lost my place, while my eyes tried to follow the boat.
Would she but have looked round! Could she but have known who it was that watched her! Could I myself have dared even to shout or call! Alas! the boat glided by, and her form, stately, erect, fearless, lost itself in the distance.

What dreamed she--a queen--of an uncouth London 'prentice?
"Master Dexter," said Jeannette's soft voice presently, "for five whole minutes you have been trying to read one little sentence, and it still lacks an ending.

What ails you ?" "Nothing, mistress; but I am a bad scholar and the words are hard; I pray you forgive me.

Besides it grows late.