I may have bitter need of it ere long.

Do you know the old country story of the giant who gave his heart to his wife to keep for him, thinking it safer to repose on her loyalty than his own strength?
Flora, I am the giant--a very little one: will you be the keeper of my life?
It is my heart I offer you in this symbol.

In the sight of God, if you will have it, I give you my name, I endow you with my money.

If the worst come, if I may never hope to call you wife, let me at least think that you will use my uncle's legacy as my widow.' 'No, not that,' she said.

'Never that.' 'What then ?' I said.