A moment of silence ensued, broken only by the rattling respiration of the expiring dwarf.
"Underneath this bed, Monsieur, and underneath the broad plank in the floor—when I am gone, Monsieur, look, and you will find one strong box. It holds a little money—only a little—which I have got for little odd jobs and begging. After I am under the ground, that is yours. You are the only one ever really kind to poor Richard, and now that he's going away for ever, he wants you to remember him kindly."
"I could do it without this, Richard, always."
"No matter, Monsieur; dat is yours. Ugh! Monsieur, 'tis so cold. Don't forget—under the broad plank. Think I'll be a straight man in the other world, Monsieur?"
"Yes, Richard."
"Think you will know and love me there?"
"I hope so, Richard."
"So do I; in my heart, I do. Ugh! ugh! how cold. Give me your blessing, Monsieur."
"God bless you, Richard."