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This sort of talk, by no e on the old lady's part,

sometimes tempted Isoult to tell her story--that she was a wife

already No doubt she would have done it had not a thought forborne

her Prosper did not love her; their relations were not marital--so

much she kneell as anybody She would never confess her love for

hi herself to own that

she loved and was unloved She thought that was a disgrace, one that

would flood her with shah

only in naht that she would rather die than utter this

secret of hers; she believed indeed that she soon would die That was

why she never told the Abbess, and again why she made no effort nor

had any temptation to run away and find him out It seemed to her that

her mere appearance before him would be a confession of deep shame

But she never ceased for an hour to think of him, poor miserable In

bed she would lie for whole watches awake, calling his narew to be a faenius She would take it from her bosom and hold it to her lips,

whisper broken words to it, as if she were in her husband's arms With

the same fancy she would try tovery few girls so much as know, and still fewer can