"A companion!" he cried; "when she hates me, and does not think me fit to wipe her shoon! Nay, if it made me a king, I'd not be scorned for seeking her good-will any more."

'A companion!' he cried; 'when she hates me, and does not think me fit to wipe her shoes! Nay, I'll not be scorned for seeking her good-will any more.'
