"For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May," she read, "in something to constrain him to some manner of thing more in that month than in any other month--for then all herbs and trees renew a man and woman, and in likewise lovers call again to mind old gentleness and old service and many kind deeds that were forgotten by negligence." The words went like wine to his head, and he saw her shadowy figure recede and dissolve suddenly as in a mist. A lump rose in his throat, his heart leaped, and he felt his pulses beating madly in his temples. He drew back, closing his eves to shut out her face; but the next instant, as she stirred slightly to hold down the rippling leaves, he bent forward and laid his hand upon the one that held the open book. Her voice fluttered into silence, and, raising her head, she looked up in tremulous surprise. He saw her face pale slowly, her lids quiver and droop above her shining eyes, and her teeth gleam milk white between her parted lips. A tremor of alarm ran through her, and she made a swift movement to escape; then, lifting her eyes again, she looked full into his own, and, stooping quickly, he kissed her on the mouth. An instant afterward the book fell to the ground, and he rose to his feet and stood trembling against the body of the poplar. "Forgive me," he said; "forgive me--I have ruined it." Standing beside the bench, she watched him with a still, grave gentleness before which his gaze dropped slowly to the ground. "Yes, you have ruined this," she answered, smiling, "but Latin is still left." "It's no use," he went on breathlessly. "I can't do it; it's no use." His eyes sought hers and held them while he made a single step forward; then, turning quickly away, he went from her across the meadow to the distant wood. BOOK FIVE. The Ancient Law CHAPTER I. Christopher Seeks an Escape