"Jenny, I have longed for this hour."
"But what brings you here at this time? You did not come wholly to see me? Sit down, and let us bring up all the past again."
He sat down beside her, holding her hand.
"Jenny, you ask what brings me here. Do you remember Uncle Ben?"
"Whose name you bear? Never shall I forget him. The memory of a great man grows as years increase."
"Jenny, I've heard the bells in Ecton ring, and I found in Nottinghamshire letters from Uncle Benjamin, and they coupled your name when you was a girl with mine when I was a boy; do you remember what he said to us on that showery summer day when all the birds were singing?"
"Yes, Ben—I must call you 'Ben'—he said that 'more than wealth, more than fame, more than anything, was the power of the human heart, and that that power grows by seeking the good of others.'"
"What he said was true, but that was not all he said."
"He told you to be true to your country—to live for the things that live."
"Jenny, that is why I am here. He told you to be true to your home. You have been that, Jenny. You took care of father when he was sick for the last time, and you anticipated all his wants. I love you for that, Jenny."