He felt the home thrust embodied in these words.

He knew that they were a warning addressed to that side of his character which urged him to make friends on all sides, and strive to see good in all men, and to avoid joining himself to any one party in Church or State whilst in measure belonging to all.

For a man of quality he knew such a course would be impossible and foolishly perilous, but he had felt secure in his own insignificance.

He, however, well understood the warning, and so he marked the words about the flowing river and dark cellar, and though by no means understanding them now, he resolved that he would not forget.
But Cherry was shivering with excitement, and at last she could keep silence no longer.

The wise woman had been kind to her before; surely she would not resent it if she spoke now.
"But the treasure, mother, the treasure," she urged.