bells were hanging.

The gentleman now began to study the names under the bells, meanwhile
gravely shaking his head, for he did not seem to find the name he was
seeking.

"Oh dear, at last! and the highest one up, too," he sighed, while he
entered the house. Now the real climbing began. At first the steps,
though rather high, were white and neat. But after a while they became
dark and narrow, and in the end the way led over worn, uneven steps
to a narrow door. The only standing room was on the last small step.

"Is this a cage?" said the climber to himself, breathing hard and
holding fast to the railing. The thin and creaking steps seemed to him
extremely unsafe. After he had pulled the bell-rope, the door opened,
and a lady dressed in black stood before him.

"Oh, is it you, kind guardian?" she exclaimed with astonishment. "I
am so sorry that you had to come up these winding steps," she added,
for she noticed that the stout gentleman had to wipe his face after
the great exertion. "I should have been very glad to go down to you,
if you had let me know that you were here." The lady meanwhile had led
the gentleman into the room and asked him to seat himself.

"As your guardian I simply had to come once to see you," he declared,
seating himself on an old sofa and still leaning with both hands on
the golden knob of his cane. "I have to tell you, my dear Mrs. Halm,
that I am sorry you moved to town. You should have followed my advice
and lived in a small house in the country. It would have been so much
more practical for you than to live in this garret lodging where you