CHAPTER XIII.
Mr.Keller fixed his eyes on the widow in stern silence; walked past her to the inner end of the hall; and entered a room at the back of the house, closing the door behind him.

Even if he had felt inclined to look at Minna, it would not have been possible for him to see her.

After one timid glance at him, the poor girl hid herself behind me, trembling piteously.

I took her hand to encourage her.

"Oh, what hope is there for us," she whispered, "with such a man as that ?" Madame Fontaine turned as Mr.Keller passed her, and watched his progress along the hall until he disappeared from view.