"Oh, my friend," she said; "oh, my friend! How good you are to come to me! How good you are to come!" And then she led him into a large room, in which a table had been prepared for breakfast, close to an English-looking open fire.

"How cold you must be, and how hungry! Shall I have breakfast for you at once, or will you dress first?
You are to be quite at home, you know; exactly as though we were brother and sister.

You are not to stand on any ceremonies." And again she took him by the hand.

He had hardly looked her yet in the face, and he could not do so now because he knew that she was crying.

"Then I will show you to your room," she said, when he had decided for a tub of water before breakfast.