Nor was it as the Chinese puzzlers called Scotch metaphysicians, might have represented it--a combination of love and reverence.

It was the recognition of the eternal brotherhood between him and one nobler than himself--hence a lovely eager worship.
Seeing Ericson look about him as if he wanted something, Robert started to his feet.
'Is there onything ye want, Mr.Ericson ?' he said, with service standing in his eyes.
'A small bundle I think I brought up with me,' replied the youth.
It was not there.

Robert rushed down-stairs, and returned with it--a nightshirt and a hairbrush or so, tied up in a blue cotton handkerchief.
This was all that Robert was able to do for Ericson that evening.
He went home and dreamed about him.

He called at The Boar's Head the next morning before going to school, but Ericson was not yet up.

When he called again as soon as morning school was over, he found that they had persuaded him to keep his bed, but Miss Letty took him up to his room.
He looked better, was pleased to see Robert, and spoke to him kindly.
Twice yet Robert called to inquire after him that day, and once more he saw him, for he took his tea up to him.
The next day Ericson was much better, received Robert with a smile, and went out with him for a stroll, for all his companions were gone, and of some students who had arrived since he did not know any.