"I must bid farewell to Mistress Barbara.

Yet (this he added, turning to her) life is long, madame, and has many changes.

I pray you may never need friends, but should you, there is one ready so long as Louis is King of France.

Call on him by the token of his ring and count him your humble servant." With this he stripped his finger of a fine brilliant, and, sinking on his knee in the boat, took her hand very delicately, and, having set the ring on her finger, kissed her hand, sighed lightly yet gallantly, and rose with his eyes set on the ship.
"Row me to her," he commanded me, shortly but not uncivilly; and I, who held his life in my hands, sat down obediently and bent to my oars.

In faith, I wish I had that air, it's worth a fortune to a man! Soon we came to the side of the ship.