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110ARIADNE.and begged so piteously to see her once thatIcould not deny him. But it hurt her so muchthatIwas fain to hurry him away. She knewnothing of his service to her, and only rememberedat the sight of him all the clays that weregone: — he was sorely wounded,but he loved herwell,and submitted."It ishard! "— he said once." It is hard," saidI; " all great love is. Thatis how we tell the true from the false. Youwould not purchase the right of seeingher at thecost of telling her the debts she owes to you? ""Ah,no — never,never," saidthepoorlittlelad,who, though timid and false in some ways,inhislove of her was courageous and very true;and hewould come at evening time under the walls ofthe tower and play onhis flute, in hopes that thesounds might float up to her and soothe her;and the women at the fountain would stop inbeating their linen, and the dogs woulcl ceasebarking and comeround, and the people at thedoorways would pause in their quarrelling andswearing, and the very pigeous seemed to bepleased as they circled round and round before