He felt it an important moment; he felt that he was himself, as it were, on the balance; should he adhere to the ancient prejudice, the ancient exclusiveness of his class, or should he boldly follow the dictate of his mind?
He chose the latter, and extended his hand to the servant as he rose to say good-bye.
The act was significant; it recognised man as distinct from caste.

The servant did not know the conflict that had taken place; but to be shaken hands with at all, even by a retainer as he supposed Felix to be, was indeed a surprise.

He could not understand it; it was the first time his hand had been taken by any one of superior position since he had been born.

He was dumb with amazement, and could scarcely point out the road when asked; nor did he take the small coin Felix offered, one of the few he possessed.

Felix therefore left it on the table and again started.
Passing through the town, Felix followed the track which led in the direction indicated.