He might well think that witchcraft and magic were at work when such a lovely form appeared at such an humble cottage door: he therefore began to pray: "All good spirits praise the Lord!" "I am no spectre," said Undine, smiling; "do I then look so ugly?
Besides you may see the holy words do not frighten me.

I too know of God and understand how to praise Him; every one to be sure in his own way, for so He has created us.

Come in, venerable father; you come among good people." The holy man entered, bowing and looking round him, with a profound, yet tender demeanor.

But the water was dropping from every fold of his dark garment, and from his long white beard and from his gray locks.

The fisherman and the knight took him to another apartment and furnished him with other clothes, while they gave the women his own wet attire to dry.