"I will read it for you, dear madam," said I. "I have a Latin Bible, and I will read it into English for you, if you will."
"Do so," she answered.
I fetched my book, and read to her such places as bore on the subject, as long as I had time. When I was obliged to go away, she laid her hand on my arm, and fixing her eyes on mine, she said, with touching earnestness:
"You are a good maid and a fine scholar. You would not deceive me?"
"Not for the whole world," I told her.
"Then tell me—are all these things in the English Bible?"
"They are indeed, dear madam, and much more."
"I would I had one, that I could see for myself," said she.
"Mine is fine print—I fear you could not read it," said I. And then, as a thought struck me: "My lady hath given me leave to visit my friends to-day, and I think I may be able to bring you the New Testament in fair, large print."
Her face brightened, and then fell again. "But that may bring you into trouble," said she.