He arrived even sooner than I had hoped.
Noon struck as we were sitting down to table, when little Paul, delayed by his absorption in the expected event, suddenly ran to rejoin us, his cheeks glowing.

Between his fingers we saw the fluttering wings of a handsome butterfly, caught but a moment before, while it was hovering in front of my study.

He showed it me, questioning me with his eyes.
"Aha!" I cried, "this is precisely the pilgrim we are waiting for.

Fold your napkin and come and see what happens.

We will dine later." Dinner was forgotten before the marvels that came to pass.