It is always something to have a home in a foreign land, and you have found one with us." Georg had bent his eyes on the floor, but at the last words raised them and met the burgomaster's.

How honestly, how kindly and frankly they looked at him! Deep emotion overpowered him, and without knowing what he was doing, he laid his hands on Peter's arms and hid his face on his shoulder.
Van der Werff suffered him to do so, stroked the youth's hair, and said smiling: "Like Leonhard, wife, just like our Leonhard.

We will dine together to-day.

You, too, Van Hout; and don't forget your wife." Maria assigned the seats at the table, so that she was not obliged to look at Georg.

His place was beside Frau Van Hout and opposite Henrica and the musician.