"After whom were you called, boy, do you know ?" Erick hesitated a moment with the answer, but he did not divert his glance.

It seemed as if the eyes of the stranger attracted and conquered him.

"After my grandfather," he now said with a clear voice.
"My boy--your mother used to look at me just so,--I am your grandfather--" and now big tears ran down the austere gentleman's cheeks.

Erick must have been seized by the attraction of kinship, for without the least shyness, he threw both arms around the old gentleman's neck and rejoicingly exclaimed: "Oh, Grandfather, is it really you?
I know you well! And I have so much to tell you from Mother, so much." [Illustration: _He threw both arms around the old gentleman's neck and rejoicingly exclaimed: "Oh, Grandfather, is it really you ?"..._] "Have you?
Have you, my boy ?" But the grandfather could say no more.
When Erick noticed that his grandfather kept on wiping away the tears, then sad thoughts gained the upper hand in him and all at once the rejoicing expression disappeared, and he said quite sadly: "Oh, Grandfather, I was not to come to you now, and not for a long time.

Only when I had become an honorable man, was I to step before you and say to you: 'My mother sends me to you, that you may be proud of me, and that I may make good the sorrow, which my mother has caused you.'" The grandfather put his arms lovingly around Erick and said: "Now everything is all right.