Upon my word I don't rightly know, and if he knows he'll never find speech to tell me.

Sometimes I think he's both." "I am not sure that one differs very much from the other, in the long run," said Copas.
But the Master, who had been musing, turned to Warboise with a quick smile.
"Surely," he said, "there is one easy way of choosing.

Take the poor fellow some little gift.

If you will accept it for him, I shall be happy to contribute now and then some grapes or a bottle of wine or other small comforts." He paused, and added with another smile, still more penetrating-- "You need not give up talking of the debt, you know!" By this time they had reached the gateway of his lodging, and he gave them a fatherly good night just as a child's laugh reached them through the dusk at the end of the roadway.

It was Corona, returning from rehearsal; and the Chaplain--the redoubtable William the Conqueror--was her escort.