Just as I returned to the house, the bell rang from within.
"Joyful sound!" said the man, and in he marched.

I followed close behind him.

On one end of the table, in the kitchen, supper was set for one person, and, as the man entered, Euphemia motioned him to the table.

The supper looked like a remarkably good one.

A cup of coffee smoked by the side of the plate; there was ham and eggs and a small omelette; there were fried potatoes, some fresh radishes, a plate of hot biscuit, and some preserves.