“Nay, I have been in love,” said Dagoucin, “and am so still, and shall continue so as long as I live. But I am in such fear lest the manifestation of this love should impair its perfection, that I shrink from declaring it even to her from whom I would fain have the like affection. I dare not even think of it lest my eyes should reveal it, for the more I keep my flame secret and hidden, the more does my pleasure increase at knowing that my love is perfect.” “For all that,” said Geburon, “I believe that you would willingly have love in return.” “I do not deny it,” said Dagoucin, “but even were I beloved as much as I love, my love would not be increased any more than it could be lessened, were it not returned with equal warmth.” Upon this Parlamente, who suspected this fantasy of Dagoucin’s, said-- “Take care, Dagoucin; I have known others besides you who preferred to die rather than speak.” “Such persons, madam;” said Dagoucin, “I deem very happy.” “Doubtless,” said Saffredent, “and worthy of a place among the innocents of whom the Church sings: ‘_Non loquendo sed moriendo confessi sunt_.’ (4) 4 From the ritual for the Feast of the Holy Innocents.--M. I have heard much of such timid lovers, but I have never yet seen one die. And since I myself have escaped death after all the troubles I have borne, I do not think that any one can die of love.” “Ah, Saffredent!” said Dagoucin, “how do you expect to be loved since those who are of your opinion never die? Yet have I known a goodly number who have died of no other ailment than perfect love.” “Since you know such stories,” said Longarine, “I give you my vote to tell us a pleasant one, which shall be the ninth of to-day.” “To the end,” said Dagoucin, “that signs and miracles may lead you to put faith in what I have said, I will relate to you something which happened less than three years ago.” [Illustration: 012.jpg Tailpiece] [Illustration: 013a.jpg The Dying Gentleman receiving the Embraces of his Sweetheart] [The Dying Gentleman receiving the Embraces of his Sweetheart] [Illustration: 013.jpg Page Image] _TALE IX_. _The perfect love borne by a gentleman to a damsel, being too deeply concealed and disregarded, brought about his death, to the great regret of his sweetheart_.