"Your father was one of my dearest friends, in the days when I dwelt in the city.

I would gladly do all in my power for his son, and this is but a small thing that you ask.

Let him enter." Stanley went in.

The priest took down the little lamp, from a shelf on which it stood, and held it near the lad's face.

Then he turned, with a smile, to Thekyn: "The painting is but clumsily done," he said, "though maybe it would pass without close examination.