"He did not say anything which seemed evasive to me, Mr.Denner.He was busy charging me to remember your medicines, and he stopped to say a word about your bravery, too." Mr.Denner shook his head deprecatingly at this, but he seemed pleased.
"Oh, not at all, it was nothing,--it was of no consequence." One of the shutters blew softly to, and darkened the room; Gifford rose, and, leaning from the window, fastened it back against the ivy which had twisted about the hinge from the stained bricks of the wall.

"I cannot claim any bravery," the sick man went on.

"No.

It was, as it were, accidental, Gifford." "Accidental ?" said the young man.

"How could that be?
I heard the horse, and ran down the road after the phaeton just in time to see you make that jump, and save her." Mr.Denner sighed.