and placing the remains of his lump of sugar on the top, he began to thank his host for the kind treatment he had shown him. But it was evident that the old soldier was not yet satisfied and wanted more tea.
"Drink more," said Martin; whereupon he again filled both glasses, his guest's and his own.
While Martin slowly sipped his tea, his eyes constantly wandered toward the window, and he frequently looked out on the street.
Seeing his uneasiness, the old man asked: "Do you expect any one?"
"Do I expect any one?" replied Martin. "Yes; I expect a visit from a stranger," he said. "But I would be ashamed to tell you who it is I am looking for. Indeed, I am not sure that any one is coming; I am only waiting. But something has occurred which has left a deep impression on my mind. I do not know whether it was a dream or a reality, it was all so strange. It happened this way, my friend: Yesterday I was reading the Gospel of Luke, where it tells
