"I have saved them, believing that the time might come when they would be of great use to me.

I did not know the joy I was saving for myself." Tears came to my eyes, and Dorothy wept silently.
"Will you not take the jewels also ?" asked Madge.
"No," I responded; "the purse will more than pay my expenses to France, where I have wealthy relatives.

There I may have my mother's estate for the asking, and I can repay you the gold.

I can never repay your kindness." "I hope you will never offer to repay the gold," said Madge.
"I will not," I gladly answered.
"As to the kindness," she said, "you have paid me in advance for that many, many times over." I then said farewell, promising to send letters telling of my fortune.

As I was leaving I bent forward and kissed Madge upon the forehead, while she gently pressed my hand, but did not speak a word.
"Cousin Malcolm," said Dorothy, who held my other hand, "you are a strong, gentle, noble man, and I want you to say that you forgive me." "I do forgive you, Dorothy, from my heart.