He dropped the pearls into his pocket. "If you won't wear them nobody shall. I suppose I seem to you like all sorts of a fool. I seem like all sorts of a fool to myself."
He turned and left her.
An hour later he came back and found her still sewing on the rosy silk. Her eyes were red, as if she had wept a little.
"I was a brute," he said, repentantly; "forgive me and smile. I am a tempestuous fellow, and I forgot myself."
"I was afraid we weren't ever going to be friends again."
"I shall always be your friend. Yet—who wants a Blind Beggar for a friend—tell me that, Mistress Anne?"
