Then he pressed forward amid the disagreeable smell of old clothes and of the perspiring crowd.
Oh, how repulsive is the odour of the poor! The multitude shyly gave way to the brilliant figure, for never had its like been seen in the Master's neighbourhood.

Jesus stood calmly under the fig tree and saw the stranger coming.

He stood still three paces off Him, beat his head, placed his hand on his brow, like a king who greets another.
"Sir," said the stranger, and his voice was not sharp and shrill as when he gave his servants orders, but low and hoarse.

"Sir, I have come a long way; I have sought you a long while." Jesus held out His hand to him in silence.
Simeon was excited.

He wanted to explain his object at once so as to return to Jerusalem without delay, but the words would not come.