I pleaded guilty.
Will you help me, father ?" If the priest had not been still half stupid with sleep and indigestion, and standing in the full blaze of this hot sun, he might have been rather struck by this last sentence.

But he did have those disadvantages, and he saw in it nothing but insolence.
He laughed again, shortly and angrily.
"I'm amazed at your cheek," he said.

"No, certainly not! And you'd better learn manners before you beg again." Then he banged the door.
* * * * * About ten minutes later he woke up from a doze, very wide awake indeed, and looked round.

There lay on the table by him a Dutch cheese, a large crusty piece of bread and some very soft salt butter in a saucer.

There was also a good glass of beer left--not claret-cup--in a glass jug, very much as Frank had pictured it.
He got up and went out to the street door, shading his eyes against the sun.