Wine moderately enjoyed makes the heart glad; and you don't look like a contented man.

Everything in life has not gone according to your wishes, but each has his own cross to bear; and as for you, your name is Adam, and your trials also come from Eve!" At these words the smith moved his hand from his beard, and began to push the round leather cap to and fro on his bald head.

A harsh answer was already on his lips, when he saw Ulrich, who had paused on the threshold in bewilderment.

The boy had never beheld any guest at his father's table except the doctor, but hastily collecting his thoughts he kissed the monk's hand.

The priest took the handsome lad by the chin, bent his head back, looked Adam also in the face, and exclaimed: "His mouth, nose and eyes he has inherited from your wife, but the shape of the brow and head is exactly like yours." A faint flush suffused Adam's cheeks, and turning quickly to the boy as if he had heard enough, he cried: "You are late.