He met the steady gaze of the _bonde_ quietly, and slightly bent his head as though in deference to his remarks.
"You are quite right," he said simply.

"We modern men are but pigmies compared with the giants of old time.

Royal blood itself is tainted nowadays.

But, for myself, I attach no importance to the mere appurtenances of life,--the baggage that accompanies one on that brief journey.

Life itself is quite enough for me." "And for me too," averred Lorimer, delighted that his friend had taken the old farmer's scornful observations so good-naturedly.