The colliers are honest people, he reasoned; and with a light step he approached the pit.
Near-by was a long house, two stories high, and the lower windows were bright with the candles and fire within.
He approached the house, and knocked upon the door.
The door was opened cautiously by a middle-aged woman, with a bent form and beautiful, but troubled face.
"What would thee have, stranger?"
"Food and lodging, madam."
"That can never be—not here, not here. It distresses me to say it, but it would not be for your comfort to tarry here."
"But I am belated, and have lost my way. I must come in."
"I will call my husband. Herman, come here!"