I ordered my little guide to lead me to the house in which the wife of Battista the innkeeper had lived.
During my previous residence at Beyrout I had accidentally heard that a French lady lodged in the same house, and occupied herself with the education of the children.

I went to call on this French lady, and was lucky enough to find her; so I had, at any rate, so far succeeded that I had found a being with whom I could converse, and of whom I might request advice and assistance.

My new acquaintance was an extremely cordial maiden lady about forty years of age.

Her name was Pauline Kandis.

My unfortunate position awakened her compassion so much, that she placed her own room at my disposal for the time being.