He had
your boots put where he could see them from his bed until he died."
Then followed the explanation about these boots, of which the reader has
already been told. This made us both laugh, and from that moment we were
cheerful.
I say nothing about our enjoyment of the luncheon with which Yram had
provided us, and if I were to detail all that I told George about my
father, and all the additional information that I got from him--(many a
point did he clear up for me that I had not fully understood)--I should
fill several chapters, whereas I have left myself only one. Luncheon
being over I said--
"And are you married?"
"Yes" (with a blush), "and are you?"
I could not blush. Why should I? And yet young people--especially the
most ingenuous among them--are apt to flush up on being asked if they
are, or are going, to be married. If I could have blushed, I would. As
it was I could only say that I was engaged and should marry as soon as I
got back.
"Then you have come all this way for me, when you were wanting to get
married?"
"Of course I have. My father on his death-bed told me to do so, and to
bring you something that I have brought you."
"What trouble I have given! How can I thank you?"
"Shake hands with me."
Whereon he gave my hand a stronger grip than I had quite bargained for.
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