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