As you pass through Louvain in your way home, fail not to see there a certain physician, named Le Kain.

He is celebrated through Flanders for the cures he has wrought among the blind, and his advice is sought by all classes from far and near.

He lives hard by the Hotel de Ville, but any one will inform you of his residence.

Stay, my child, you shall take him a note from me; he is a benevolent and kindly man, and you shall tell him exactly the same story (and with the same voice) you have told to me." So saying the priest made Lucille accompany him to his home, and forcing her to refresh herself less sparingly than she had yet done since she had left Malines, he gave her his blessing, and a letter to Le Kain, which he rightly judged would insure her a patient hearing from the physician.

Well known among all men of science was the name of the priest, and a word of recommendation from him went further, where virtue and wisdom were honoured, than the longest letter from the haughtiest sieur in Flanders.
With a patient and hopeful spirit, the young pilgrim turned her back on the Roman Cologne; and now about to rejoin St.Amand, she felt neither the heat of the sun nor the weariness of the road.