He also denied himself dinner for several evenings.

When fortune knocked at his door he was, in fact, extraordinarily hungry.

He still had faith, notwithstanding his difficulties, and no symptoms of dejection.

He was perfectly well aware that this need for food was, after all, one of the most unimportant affairs in the world, although he was forced sometimes to admit to himself that he found it none the less surprisingly unpleasant.

Chance, however, handed over to him a shilling discovered upon the curb, and a high-class evening paper left upon a seat in the Park.