In a flash his grimy little hands were in the basin, and he was thrusting the bread and milk into his mouth with both of them.

Selina pushed the bowl out of his reach, and fed him with a spoon, very slowly, nor did she give him much.

Sir Tancred watched his ravenous eating with a constricted heart.

When she had given him as much as she thought good for him, Selina put the bowl out of sight.

The look of supreme content on his little face was even more pathetic in its extravagance than his ravenous hunger.