But his father was not alone.

Rebecca Loth was sitting with the old man, and they had just supped together when Anton entered the room.

Ruth Jacobi was also there, waiting till her friend should go, before she also went to her bed.
"How are you, Anton ?" said Rebecca, giving her hand to the man she loved.

"It is strange to see you in these days." "The strangeness, Rebecca, comes from no fault of my own.

Few men, I fancy, are more constant to their homes than I am." "You sleep here and eat here, I daresay." "My business lies mostly out, about the town." "Have you been about business now, uncle Anton ?" said Ruth.
"Do not ask forward questions, Ruth," said the uncle.