One lived to reach his native place, and to sink to rest with his wife and children round his bed.

The last man left, out of that band of martyrs to a hopeless cause, lives to be worthier of God's mercy--and tries to make God's creatures better and happier in this world, and worthier of the world that is to come." Randal's generous nature felt the appeal that had been made to it.

"Will you let me take your hand, Captain ?" he said.
They clasped hands in silence.
Captain Bennydeck was the first to speak again.

That modest distrust of himself, which a man essentially noble and brave is generally the readiest of men to feel, seemed to be troubling him once more--just as it had troubled him when he first found himself in Randal's presence.
"I hope you won't think me vain," he resumed; "I seldom say so much about myself as I have said to you." "I only wish you would say more," Randal rejoined.

"Can't you put off your return to London for a day or two ?" The thing was not to be done.