He could not speak, but walked directly past the pair, and went out upon the bank of the river, with his eyes averted.
Jim comprehended it all.

Leaving Harry, he went up to his guest, and placed his hand upon his shoulder.

"Will ye furgive me, Mr.Benedict?
I didn't go fur to make it hard fur ye." "Jim," said Mr.Benedict, struggling to retain his composure, "I can never repay your overwhelming kindness, and the fact oppresses me." "Well," said Jim, "I s'pose I don't make 'lowance enough fur the difference in folks.

Ye think ye oughter pay fur this sort o' thing, an' I don't want no pay.

I git comfort enough outen it, anyway." Benedict turned, took and warmly pressed Jim's hand, and then they went back to their dinner.