But now he shed tears--tears that it lightened her aching heart to see--and making as though he would fall upon his knees, besought her to forgive him.
'Forgive you--what ?' said Nell, interposing to prevent his purpose.
'Oh grandfather, what should I forgive ?' 'All that is past, all that has come upon thee, Nell, all that was done in that uneasy dream,' returned the old man.
'Do not talk so,' said the child.

'Pray do not.

Let us speak of something else.' 'Yes, yes, we will,' he rejoined.

'And it shall be of what we talked of long ago--many months--months is it, or weeks, or days?
which is it Nell ?' 'I do not understand you,' said the child.
'It has come back upon me to-day, it has all come back since we have been sitting here.

I bless thee for it, Nell!' 'For what, dear grandfather ?' 'For what you said when we were first made beggars, Nell.