"I really have plenty--much more, indeed, than I absolutely require." "Ah! but yes! My dears, you _moost_ take him to obliges me.

I have gote here a leetle somme I doos note want.

If you takes him note, I peetch him avays--peetch him avays, vraiment!" And he handed me a little roll of banknotes, which I subsequently found to contain a hundred pounds.
It was, as I say, of no use my trying to get him to take them back; he would have no denial:--he absolutely got offended with me when I persisted in my refusal.
"Non!" he said.

"When you come back a reech mans, you can pays me back; but, note till den! Non, Monsieur Lorton! I believes you considers me a friend.

You offend me if you refuse! Take hims for ze memory de notre amitie!" What could I do?
I had to take the money after that.
The only _great_ thing that grieved me at parting was the thought that I could not see Min, to have one parting word; but, even that favour was afforded me:--God was very good to me! I had gone to the vicarage to say a last good-bye to the dear friends there.