Nay it is doing so already, in giving you this sweetest little Jeannette to love you." And then, as her eyes grew dim, and her bosom heaved, I could guess whither her thoughts had flown, and how my happy lot contrasted with her own.
I had told her all I knew of Ludar, up to the time of the poet's letter.
But for a long time I durst not tell her of his visit to my master's house that evening while I was at Canterbury.

At last, however, I summoned up courage, with Jeannette's help, to tell her that; and it was pitiful to see how it moved her.
"Talk of it no more," said she.

"He will not return; or if he does, the sight of me--to whom he owes all these troubles, who tempted him to desert his duty and ruined his life--will drive him hence.

Jeannette," said she, taking my little mistress' hand in hers, "why must one live when it would be so happy to die ?" "Maiden," said Jeannette, boldly, "you do wrong to talk so, and I shall love you less if you say it again.

Of course he will come, and of course he loves you, and of course all will be happy yet.