The old woman flung them down on the table. Am I of the race of Cain, she said, proud Lady, that you offer me gold in exchange for my own flesh and blood. I had no such meaning, said the Lady, gently; nor am I beau gros nichon proud woman you term beau gros nichon. Alas. my own fortunes might have taught me humility, even had it not been born with me. The old woman seemed somewhat to relax her tone of severity. You are of gentle blood, she said, else we had not parleyed thus long together.