Watchful.--What is your name?

Christian.--My name is now Christian, but at first it was
Graceless.

Watchful.--How is it you came so late? The sun is set.

Christian then told him why it was.

Watchful.--Well, I will call one that lives here, who, if she
like your talk, will let you come in, for these are the rules of
the house.

So he rang a bell, at the sound of which there came out at the
door a grave and fair maid, whose name was Discretion. When
Watchful told her why Christian had come there, she said: What is
your name?

It is Christian, said he, and I much wish to rest here to night,
and the more so for I see this place was build by the Lord of the
Hill, to screen those from harm who come to it.

So she gave a smile, but the tears stood in her eyes; and in a
short time she said: I will call forth two or three more of our
house, and then she ran to the door and brought in Prudence,
Piety, and Charity, who met him and said: Come in, thou blest of
the Lord; this house was built by the King of the Hill for such
as you. Then Christian bent down his head, and went with them to
the house.