Clearly, he was a dangerous fellow, of whom I must beware.

I had just begun to wonder how Madame could keep such a monster in her house, when I heard his step returning.
He came in, lighting Louis, who carried a small pallet and a bundle of coverings.
The dumb man had, besides the lanthorn, a bowl of water and a piece of rag in his hand.

He set them down, and going out again, fetched in a stool.

Then he hung up the lanthorn on a nail, took the bowl and rag, and invited me to sit down.
I was loth to let him touch me; but he continued to stand over me, pointing and grinning with dark persistence, and rather than stand on a trifle I sat down at last and gave him his way.

He bathed my head carefully enough, and I daresay did it good; but I understood.