Davy?’ said he. ‘Is there any one forgotten thing afore we parts?’
‘One thing!’ said I.
‘Martha!’
He touched the younger woman I have mentioned on the shoulder, and Martha stood before me.
‘Heaven bless you, you good man!’ cried I. ‘You take her with you!’
She answered for him, with a burst of tears. I could speak no more at that time, but I wrung his hand; and if ever I have loved and honoured any man, I loved and honoured that man in my soul.
The ship was clearing fast of strangers. The greatest trial that I had, remained.
I told him what the noble