So they did. And when they got near enough to see who the person was, they saw it was their old gentleman himself, his brass buttons winking in the afternoon sunshine, and his white waistcoat looking whiter than ever against the green of the field. “Hullo!” shouted the children, waving their hands. “Hullo!” shouted the old gentleman, waving his hat. Then the three started to run--and when they got to him they hardly had breath left to say:-- “How do you do?” “Good news,” said he. “I've found your Russian friend's wife and child--and I couldn't resist the temptation of giving myself the pleasure of telling him.” But as he looked at Bobbie's face he felt that he COULD resist that temptation. “Here,” he said to her, “you run on and tell him. The other two will show me the way.” Bobbie ran. But when she had breathlessly panted out the news to the Russian and Mother sitting in the quiet garden--when Mother's face had lighted up so beautifully, and she had said half a dozen quick French words to the Exile--Bobbie wished that she had NOT carried the news. For the Russian sprang up with a cry that made Bobbie's heart leap and then tremble--a cry of love and longing such as she had never heard. Then he took Mother's hand and kissed it gently and reverently--and then he sank down in his chair and covered his face with his hands and sobbed. Bobbie crept away. She did not want to see the others just then. But she was as gay as anybody when the endless French talking was over, when Peter had torn down to the village for buns and cakes, and the girls had got tea ready and taken it out into the garden. The old gentleman was most merry and delightful. He seemed to be able to talk in French and English almost at the same moment, and Mother did nearly as well. It was a delightful time. Mother seemed as if she could not make enough fuss about the old gentleman, and she said yes at once when he asked if he might present some “goodies” to his little friends. The word was new to the children--but they guessed that it meant sweets, for the three large pink and green boxes, tied with green ribbon, which he took out of his bag, held unheard-of layers of beautiful chocolates. The Russian's few belongings were packed, and they all saw him off at the station. Then Mother turned to the old gentleman and said:-- “I don't know how to thank you for EVERYTHING. It has been a real pleasure to me to see you. But we live very quietly. I am so sorry that I can't ask you to come and see us again.” The children thought this very hard. When they HAD made a friend--and such a friend--they would dearly have liked him to come and see them again. What the old gentleman thought they couldn't tell. He only said:-- “I consider myself very fortunate, Madam, to have been received once at your house.” “Ah,” said Mother, “I know I must seem surly and ungrateful--but--”