CHAPTER 46.
When Barnaby returned with the bread, the sight of the pious old pilgrim smoking his pipe and making himself so thoroughly at home, appeared to surprise even him; the more so, as that worthy person, instead of putting up the loaf in his wallet as a scarce and precious article, tossed it carelessly on the table, and producing his bottle, bade him sit down and drink.
'For I carry some comfort, you see,' he said.

'Taste that.

Is it good ?' The water stood in Barnaby's eyes as he coughed from the strength of the draught, and answered in the affirmative.
'Drink some more,' said the blind man; 'don't be afraid of it.

You don't taste anything like that, often, eh ?' 'Often!' cried Barnaby.

'Never!' 'Too poor ?' returned the blind man with a sigh.