CHAPTER VI



The XII statute remember to observe
For all the paine thou hast for love and wo
All is too lite her mercie to deserve
Thou musten then thinke wher er thou ride or go
And mortale wounds suffre thou also
All for her sake, and thinke it well besette
Upon thy love, for it maie not be bette.
Chaucer's 'Court of Love'


'Good-bye, Leonard,' said Ethel, as the two families, after mustering
strong at the station, parted at the head of Minster Street; and as
she felt the quivering lingering pressure of his hand, she added with
a smile, 'Remember, any Saturday afternoon. And you will come for
the books.'

Glad as she was to be anchored on her father's arm, and clustered
round with rejoicing brothers and sisters, she could not be devoid of
a shade of regret for the cessation of the intimate intercourse of
the last nine weeks, and a certain desire for the continuance of the
confidential terms that had arisen. The moment's pang was lost in
the eager interchange of tidings too minute for correspondence, and