The hermit sat on a bench at the door, to enjoy the coolness of the
evening. On one side lay a book with pens and paper; on the other
mechanical instruments of various kinds. As they approached him
unregarded, the Princess observed that he had not the countenance
of a man that had found or could teach the way to happiness.
They saluted him with great respect, which he repaid like a man not
unaccustomed to the forms of Courts. "My children," said he, "if
you have lost your way, you shall be willingly supplied with such
conveniences for the night as this cavern will afford. I have all
that Nature requires, and you will not expect delicacies in a
hermit's cell."
They thanked him; and, entering, were pleased with the neatness and
regularity of the place. The hermit set flesh and wine before
them, though he fed only upon fruits and water. His discourse was
cheerful without levity, and pious without enthusiasm. He soon
gained the esteem of his guests, and the Princess repented her
hasty censure.
At last Imlac began thus: "I do not now wonder that your
reputation is so far extended: we have heard at Cairo of your
wisdom, and came hither to implore your direction for this young
man and maiden in the CHOICE OF LIFE.
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