Nor could I forget that, however icy his manners, he had behaved to me from the first with the extreme of liberality and--I was about to write, kindness, but the word, in that connection, would not come.

I really owed the man some measure of gratitude, which it would be an ill manner to repay if I were to insult him on his deathbed.
'Your will, monsieur, must ever be my rule,' said I, bowing.
'You have wit, _monsieur mon neveu_,' said he, 'the best wit--the wit of silence.

Many might have deafened me with their gratitude.

Gratitude!' he repeated, with a peculiar intonation, and lay and smiled to himself.
'But to approach what is more important.

As a prisoner of war, will it be possible for you to be served heir to English estates?
I have no idea: long as I have dwelt in England, I have never studied what they call their laws.