The trumpeter returned last night, with a message from Saladin almost worthy of a Christian knight. It seems very strange that Paynims should be capable of courtesy.[#] [#] A most expressive word in the Middle Ages, not restricted, as now, civility, but including honourable sentiments and generous conduct. Saladin is willing to conclude a truce, and will meet Guy at Lebonah to do so; but it is to be for six months only, and Guy says the terms are somewhat hard. However, it is the best thing he can do: and as the Regent maintains his obstinate silence, something must be done. So far as our envoys could learn, the Paynim army has not been near Acre, and only crossed the Jordan some thirty miles lower down. It appears clear, therefore, that the Regent might have answered if he would. Guy and Amaury set out yesterday morning for Lebonah to meet Saladin. It is two or three days’ journey from the Holy City, and allowing three days more for conference, it must be ten days at least ere they can return. I wander about the house, and can settle to nothing. Lady Sybil sits at work, but I believe she weeps more than she works. Eschine’s embroidery grows quietly. I have discovered that she carries her heart out of sight. We were talking this morning—I hardly know how the subject came up—about selfishness. Lady Isabel said, with a toss of her head, that she was sure no reasonable being could call her selfish. (Now I could not agree with her, for I have always thought her very much so.) Lady Judith quietly asked her in what she thought selfishness consisted. "In being stingy and miserly, of course," said she. "Well, but stingy of what?" responded Lady Judith. "I think people make a great mistake when they restrict selfishness merely to being miserly with money. I should say that the man is unselfish who will give willingly that which he counts precious. But that means very different things to different people." "I wonder what it means to us five," said I. Lady Judith looked round with a smile. "I almost think I could tell you," said she. "Oh, do!" we all said but Lady Isabel. "Well, to me," answered Lady Judith, "it means, submitting,—because some one wishes it who has a right to my submission, or else as a matter of Christian love—to do any thing in a way which I think inferior, absurd, or not calculated to effect the end proposed. In other words, my ruling sin is self-satisfaction." We all exclaimed against this conclusion: but she maintained that it was so. "Then," she continued, "to Sybil, it means depriving herself of her lord’s society, either for his advantage or for that of some one else." Lady Sybil smiled and blushed. "Then my ruling sin——?" she said interrogatively. "Nay, I did not undertake to draw that inference in any case but my own," said Lady Judith with an answering smile. We all—except Lady Isabel—begged that she would do it for us. She seemed, I thought, to assent rather reluctantly.