Rolf accepted this random word as though it were a name of honour for him, and rewarded the wit of the saying with a heavy bracelet.

Then Wigg, thrusting out his right arm decked with the bracelet, put his left behind his back in affected shame, and walked with a ludicrous gait, declaring that he, whose lot had so long been poverty-stricken, was glad of a scanty gift.

When he was asked why he was behaving so, he said that the arm which lacked ornament and had no splendour to boast of was mantling with the modest blush of poverty to behold the other.

The ingenuity of this saying won him a present to match the first.

For Rolf made him bring out to view, like the other, the hand which he was hiding.