These are really not good enough." The statement was correct, and Shelton, placing some garments in the bath-room, invited his visitor to make himself at home.

While the latter, then, was doing this, Shelton enjoyed the luxuries of self-denial, hunting up things he did not want, and laying them in two portmanteaus.

This done, he waited for his visitor's return.
The young foreigner at length emerged, unshaved indeed, and innocent of boots, but having in other respects an air of gratifying affluence.
"This is a little different," he said.

"The boots, I fear"-- and, pulling down his, or rather Shelton's, socks he exhibited sores the size of half a crown.

"One does n't sow without reaping some harvest or another.