The men glanced at one another.

It was plain that the "one touch of nature which makes the whole world kin" was moving them all to kindly and compassionate feeling for the age and frail appearance of their new companion.

What are called "rough" and "coarse" types of humanity are seldom without a sense of reverence and even affection for old persons.

It is only among ultra-selfish and callous communities where over-luxurious living has blunted all the finer emotions, that age is considered a crime, or what by some individuals is declared worse than a crime, a "bore." At that moment a short girl, with a very red face and round beady eyes, came into the room carrying on a tray two quaint old pewter tureens full of steaming soup, which emitted very savoury and appetising odours.
Setting these down before Matt Peke and Helmsley, with two goodly slices of bread beside them, she held out her podgy hand.
"Threepence each, please!" They paid her, Peke adding a halfpenny to his threepence for the girl herself, and Helmsley, who judged it safest to imitate Peke's behaviour, doing the same.

She giggled.
"'Ope you aint deprivin' yourselves!" she said pertly.
"No, my dear, we aint!" retorted Peke.