“I found him,” cried the Captain, as we entered the room where Lucille and Madame Carteret were seated.
He went out for a minute. When he returned he had in each hand a stout sack. It was the money, some of it in gold, that clinked right merrily. Carteret came over, holding out the bags to me.
I took one, laid it at Lucille’s feet, saying, as I smiled at her:
“With all my worldly[worldly] goods I thee endow.”
The other sack I held out to Carteret.
“It is yours,” I said, “according to all the laws of arms. Take it.”
“Law or no law, I’ll have none of it,” he answered gruffly, I believe, to hide his feelings. “Begone with it. Place it with the other beside Mistress Lucille. Why,” he went on, “I have enough now to do the good wife and myself as long as we live, and there’s not a soul I care to leave any wealth to. Put it with the other. You will find a use for all of it--when you are wed.”
I was forced to obey him, though I felt that he should have had a half share of what he got for me, but all my argument was in vain.
Lucille and I were left alone in the room. She looked down on the sacks of gold, then up at me.
“So you are Sir Francis, after all?” she asked.