"Won't you walk up ?" So up Frank was shown.
The stranger was sitting up in bed.

"Capital, your brandy is, Doctor,--Ah, sir," seeing Frank, "it is very kind of you, I am sure, to call on me! I presume you are the clergyman ?" But before Frank could answer, Heale had broken forth into loud praises of him, setting forth how the stranger owed his life entirely to his superhuman strength and courage.
"'Pon my word, sir," said the stranger,--looking them both over and over, through and through, as if to settle how much of all this he was to believe,--"I am deeply indebted to you for your gallantry.

I only wish it had been employed on a better subject." "My good sir," said Frank, blushing, "you owe your life not to me.

I would have helped if I could; but was not thought worthy by our sons of Anak here.

Your actual preserver was a young girl." And Frank told him the story.
"Whew! I hope she won't expect me to marry her as payment .-- Handsome ?" "Beautiful," said Frank.
"Money ?" "The village schoolmistress." "Clever ?" "A sort of half-baked body," said Heale.
"A very puzzling intellect," said Frank "Ah--well--that's a fair excuse for declining the honour.