You must see that it was unselfishly done.

If there is gratitude in your heart, give it here." He placed his hand on my shoulder and, after a long pause and an apparent effort, finished what he had to say: "Forget me.

I am unworthy to speak your name or to have the great joy of hearing you speak mine." This was taking the wind out of my sails at a great rate.

In truth, it was taking the sails themselves, though I believed he was not speaking for sake of the advantage.

In a moment he bowed low, sweeping the plume of his hat in the dust, saying as he left us:-- "Farewell, Mistress Jennings, and thank you, Baron Ned.