He said perhaps he wouldn't never have told, only he couldn't bear to be misjudged like he'd always been.
"He never done a lick of work after that.

He said he couldn't bring himself down to it; that it was demeanin' fo' a person of title fo' to labor with his hands like a nigger or a common white man.

He said he'd leave it to his family to see he didn't come to want, it didn't so much matter about them; and he lived true to his principles to the day of his death, and never riz his hand except to feed himself." Cavendish paused.

Yancy was feeling that in his own person he had experienced some of the best symptoms of a title.
"Then what ?" he asked.
"Well, sir, he lived along like that, never complainin', my grandfather said, but mighty sweet and gentlelike as long as there was plenty to eat in the house.

He lived to be nigh eighty, and when he seen he was goin' to die he called my grandfather to him and says, 'She's yours, Dick,'-- meanin' the title--and then he says, 'There's one thing I've kep' from you.