"Yes, dear papa," continued the child, "and, like the good Samaritan, we
should love him and bind up his wounds. Papa, that is what grandpapa did
the other night, in the wood. O, if you knew how afraid I was at first!
Think, papa--a dead man!--blood!

"But now this chevalier is so good to me! I have just been to see him
with Matthew; and he wept as he embraced me."

"Theobald wept, and embraced you, my son!" asked the father.

_Erard_. Yes, dear papa; and even said to me, placing his hand on my
head, "May the God of thy father bless thee, and make thee resemble
him!"

_Arnold, (much affected.)_ Erard, did he say that to you?

_Erard_. Yes, dear papa; and when I was coming away, he called me back,
and giving me this flower, said to me, "Erard, go to your father and
tell him that Theobald sent this:" and he wept much. Here it is, dear
papa. I did not dare to give it to you at first, because I did not know
whether Ethbert----

"Embrace me, my child," said Arnold; "and go, and tell my good father,
that I entreat him to come to me."

_Erard_. O, dear papa, grandpapa would have come before--but he went
away in the night, with two servants, in a carriage.

_Arnold_. My father went away in the night, Erard! And do you know, and
can you tell me where he is gone?