Only for his child, he might have defied the landlord and all the people, but the dread of leaving her alone and uncared for almost made a coward of a lion.

They walked on for a long time, turning down streets new and strange to them, and in their sorrow forgetting their fatigue.

The sun had set and darkness was falling over the landscape, when the father, roused once more to a sense of duty for his child, began to look around for some sort of shelter.

The best inn was closed against them, so he sought a very humble ale-house, a wretched den which he would have shuddered to have his child enter under other circumstances.

The candles had been lighted and the travellers paused for a moment to look through the windows.