Gerlach's servant entered, and disturbed his meditation.
“There is a man here with a family who begs hard to be allowed to speak with you.”
“A man with a family!” repeated the millionaire, astonished. “I know nobody round here, and have no desire to form acquaintances.”
“The man will not be denied. He [pg 047] says his name is Holt, and that he has something to say to you.”
“Ah, yes!” exclaimed Seraphin, with a smile that revealed a pleasant surprise. “Send the man and those who are with him in to me.”
Closing a diary, in which he was recording circumstantially the experiences of his present visit, he awaited the visitors. A loud knock from a weighty fist reminded him of a pair of callous hands, then Holt, followed by his wife and children, presented himself before his benefactor. They all made a small courtesy, even the flaxen-headed little children, and the bright, healthy babe in the arms of the mother met his gaze with the smile of an angel. The dark spirits that were hovering around him, torturing and tempting, instantly vanished, and he became serene and unconstrained whilst conversing with these simple people.
“You must excuse us, Mr. Seraphin,” began Holt. “This is my wife, and these are seven of my children. There is one more; her name is Mechtild. She had to stay at home and mind the house. She will pay you an extra visit, and present her thanks. We have called that you might become acquainted with the family whom you have rescued, and that we might thank you with all our hearts.”
After this speech, the father gave a signal, whereupon the little ones gathered around the amiable young man, made their courtesies, and kissed his hands.
“May God bless you, Mr. Seraphin!” first spoke a half-grown girl.
“We greet you, dear Seraphin!” said another, five years old.