m, as consolingly as I could--but when I
said it, my wife looked away--that his illness absolutely required that
he should put himself under treatment for six months, until the warm
weather came and completed his cure, and that I hoped he would consent
to let me arrange matters at the school for him.

He was evidently both surprised and touched. Life had not offered him
friendship, he said; he was so little used to accept it, even when it
came to him as true and good as this was. After a little parleying, he
surrendered at discretion to my wife, who never liked being defeated.

He would not, however, move to our house, as I suggested, for he had a
fondness for this room, and, as he frankly said, he would not feel happy
if obligations of a pecuniary nature were introduced into the matter.

From this time I visited him as a rule every morning, and generally had
a little chat about different things in the town which I thought might
interest, or at any rate divert him.

My wife treated him in her own way. Contrary to what I had been a little
afraid of, she carried out no radical revolution in his housekeeping
arrangements. That the servant-girl had her reasons for coming up to him
so often, and that every day she waited in fear and trembling my wife's
quiet inspection whether the room were properly dusted and in order, he
could have no suspicion.

The only thing that my wife openly effected, was the sending of all
kinds of strengthening food. One of the children often went with the
maid who took these, and it sometimes amused and entertained him, to
keep the child with him for a while.

This new and unaccustomed state of affairs seemed at first to divert
him; but in the course of a month he began to be depressed again. Our
visits evidently troubled him, and, for this reason, were discontinued
for a time. He spent almost the whole day on the sofa at the dark end of
the room.

One evening the girl said she had heard a sound as of crying and sobbing
in his room, so she did not go in, but remained standing outside. A
little while after it seemed to her as if he were praying earnestly, but
she did not understand the words. The next evening she heard him playing
a soft melody, as if on a violin which did not give a clear sound.

The following morning when I came to him his mood was entirely changed,
and to my surprise I saw that his violin, dusted and with strings in
order, but still cracked, hung on the wall with the bow