"You were not alone then; you had some one to look after you. At your age I don't think it is right to go tramping across the country alone." "You don't want me to bring you news of your children, then?" I asked. "They told me that you were going to see them all, one after the other," he replied, "but I am not thinking of us when I ask you to give up this wandering life." "And if I do what you ask I should be thinking of myself and not of you ... of Lise." This time he looked at me for several seconds, then he suddenly took both my hands. "You have a heart, and I will not say another word, my boy. God will take care of you." I threw my arms round his neck; the time had come for me to say good-by. For some moments he held me in silence, then suddenly he felt in his vest pocket and pulled out a large silver watch. "Here, boy, take this," he said. "I want you to have it as a keepsake. It isn't of much value; if it had been I'd have sold it. It doesn't keep good time, either. When anything is wrong with it, just give it a thump. It is all I have." I wanted to refuse such a beautiful present, but he forced it into my closed hands. "Oh, I don't need to know the time," he said sadly; "the hours pass slowly enough. I should die counting them. Good-by, little Remi; always remember to be a good boy." I was very unhappy. How good he had been to me! I lingered round the prison doors for a long time after I had left him. I might have stayed there perhaps until night if I had not suddenly touched a hard round object in my pocket. My watch! All my grief was forgotten for the moment. My watch! My very own watch by which I could tell the time. I pulled it out to see the hour. Midday! It was a matter of small importance whether it was midday, ten o'clock or two o'clock. Yet, I was very pleased that it was midday. It would have been hard to say why, but such was the case. I knew that it was midday; my watch told me so. What an affair! It seemed to me that a watch was a sort of confidential friend of whom one could ask advice and to whom one could talk. "Friend watch, what's the time?" "Just twelve o'clock, my dear Remi." "Really! Then it's time for me to do this or that. A good thing you reminded me; if you had not, I should have forgotten." In my joy I had not noticed that Capi was almost as pleased as myself. He pulled me by the leg of my trousers and barked several times. As he continued to bark, I was forced to bestow some attention upon him. "What do you want, Capi?" I asked. He looked at me, but I failed to understand him. He waited some moments, then came and stood up against me, putting his paws on the pocket where I had placed my watch. He wanted to know the time to tell the "distinguished audience," like in the days when he had worked with Vitalis.