I did see to my luggage and a cab, as the porter and driver told your Honour; then I tried to find my way to a refreshment-room, where I could get a glass of wine.

I drifted into the waiting-room, and there I was accosted by a shabbily dressed individual, who began telling me a piteous tale.

Who he was I do not know.

He _said_ he was an old soldier who had served his country faithfully, and then been left to starve.

He begged of me to accompany him to his lodgings, where I could see his wife and starving children, and verify the truth and piteousness of his tale.
"'Well, your Honour,' added the prisoner with noble frankness, 'it was my first day in the old country.