With these words the colonel rose and offered his hand to the pastor.  The latter held it firmly, saying:  “Only one more word, Colonel!  Consider one thing:  you know your daughter’s character.  After she had done you the great wrong, she might have decided not to send the boy to you before he in some way could make good the mother’s wrongdoing—­perhaps not until the time when he would do honor to your name, when he should prove to you through his own character that he was worthy of your name.”

“You are a splendid man, who means well with me; but you have not had the experience I have had.  You know no distrust, I can see that, and that is why you have been imposed upon.  Let us part.”

Saying this the colonel again shook the pastor’s hand and opened the door.  There the lady of the house met him, who for some time with impatience had been walking up and down in the garden, for she was sure that this caller, who stayed so long, was somehow connected with the lost Erick, and she could not understand why her husband did not call her.  Sally, from the same expectation and greater impatience, followed her every step.  When now the mother had seen from the garden, that the strange gentleman had risen, she could bear it no longer; she must know what was going on.  When she stepped on the threshold at the moment when the stranger opened the door, then politeness demanded that the parson introduce his wife, and the stranger from politeness was obliged to step back into the room when the master of the house introduced his wife to him with the words:  “Colonel von Vestentrop from Denmark.  You indeed will be delighted to hear this name.”

The lady stepped toward the colonel with visible delight and said excitedly:  “Is it possible?  But at what a moment!  But you will stay with us, Colonel, for your dear grandchild must be found.  The sweet boy cannot be lost, he must have lost his way.”

“Pardon me, my gracious lady,” the colonel here interrupted her politely, but somewhat stiffly, “I shall start at once.  You are under a delusion; I have no grandchild, and I must bid you good-bye.”

At mention of the name “Vestentrop”, Sally had grown very red; and she trembled all over, during the conversation that followed.  Now she restrained herself no longer.  Tears poured from her eyes, and with the greatest agitation she sobbed:  “Indeed, indeed, he is, I know it, he has told me himself; but I dared not tell it to anyone.”

“Well, the boy has found at least one good friend and defender,” said the colonel well-pleased, and wanted to pat Sally’s cheeks, but she withdrew quickly, for she first wanted to know whether the gentleman would believe and recognize Erick, before she would let him touch her.

The mother too was struck to the core by this incredulity.  Her husband had whispered a few words to her, so she understood at once the whole situation.