“Nevertheless,” said Saffredent, “she that denies the gift of bread to a poor starving man is held to be a murderess.” “If your requests,” said Oisille, “were as reasonable as those of a poor man seeking to supply his needs, it would be over cruel of the ladies to refuse you. God be thanked, however, your sickness kills none but such as must of necessity die within the year.” “I do not understand, madam,” said Saffredent, “that there can be any greater need than that which causes all others to be forgotten. When love is deep, no bread and no meat whatsoever can be thought of save the glance and speech of the woman whom one loves.” “If you were allowed to fast,” said Oisille, “with no other meat but that, you would tell a very different tale.” “I acknowledge,” he replied, “that the body might fail, but not so the heart and will.” “Then,” said Parlamente, “God has dealt very mercifully with you in leading you to have recourse to a quarter where you find such little contentment that you must needs console yourself with eating and drinking. Methinks in these matters you acquit yourself so well, that you should praise God for the tenderness of His cruelty.” “I have been so nurtured in torment,” he replied, “that I am beginning to be well pleased with woes of which other men complain.” “Perhaps,” said Longarine, “our complaints debar you from company where your gladness makes you welcome; for nothing is so vexatious as an importunate lover.” “Say, rather,” answered Simontault, “as a cruel lady ------’” “I clearly see,” said Oisille, “now that the matter touches Simontault, that, if we stay until he brings his reasonings to an end, we shall find ourselves at complines (3) rather than vespers. Let us, therefore, go and praise God that this day has passed without graver dispute.” 3 The last division in the Roman Catholic breviary.--Ed. She was the first to rise, and all the others followed her, but Simontault and Longarine ceased not to carry on their quarrel, yet so gently that, without drawing of sword, Simontault won the victory, and proved that the strongest passion was the sorest need. At this point they entered the church, where the monks were waiting for them. Having heard vespers, they went to sup as much off words as meat, for their converse lasted as long as they were at table, and throughout the evening also, until Oisille told them that they might well retire and give some rest to their minds. The five days that were past had been filled with such brave stories, that she had great fear lest the sixth should not be equal to them; for, even if they were to invent their tales, it was not possible to tell any better than those true ones which had already been related in the company. Geburon, however, told her that, so long as the world lasted, things would happen worthy of remembrance.