"You spoil me, my child; but as for you, I know of none but good qualities, not a single fault!"
"Do you remember, father, that someone knocked last night, near midnight, during the storm?"
"No, I don't remember."
"But you do remember at least the horrible storm, that lasted almost all night?"
"Very vaguely; why?"
"If someone had come to ask me for hospitality in that weather, should I have done wrong to grant it?"
"It is never wrong to do a good deed, even though it fall upon ingrates."
"Well, father, someone came—all drenched and shivering; that person was very unhappy—with no place to go for shelter. And so I took her in and gave her a night's lodging; she passed the night in this house, and is here still."
"She is here—where, pray?"
"In my room."