CHAPTER XXXII.
THE MORNING AFTER A FALL--THE TEAPOT--UNPRETENDING HOSPITALITY--THE CHINESE STUDENT.
It might be about eight o'clock in the morning when I was awakened by the entrance of the old man.

"How have you rested ?" said he, coming up to the bedside and looking me in the face.

"Well," said I, "and I feel much better, but I am still very sore." I surveyed him now for the first time with attention.

He was dressed in a sober-coloured suit, and was apparently between sixty and seventy.

In stature he was rather above the middle height, but with a slight stoop, his features were placid, and expressive of much benevolence, but, as it appeared to me, with rather a melancholy cast--as I gazed upon them, I felt ashamed that I should ever have conceived in my brain a vision like that of the preceding night, in which he appeared in so disadvantageous a light.