Sarrion, remembering that his face was well known, and that he had no particular business in any of the apartments into which the house was divided, paused for a moment, and waited on the threshold.

He looked up the dark stairs, and slowly distinguished the form and face of the newcomer.

It was his old friend Evasio Mon--smart, well-brushed, smiling a good-morning to all the world this sunny day.
They had not met for many years.

Their friendship had been one of those begun by parents, and carried on in after years by the children more from habit than from any particular tie of sympathy.

For we all find at length that the nursery carpet is not the world.