'I never knew what I had to learn about the human face before,' he thought; and, as a reward for his humility, Providence caused a cab-driver at a sausage-shop where Dick fed that night to leave half eaten a great chunk of bread.

Dick took it,--would have fought all the world for its possession,--and it cheered him.
The month dragged through at last, and, nearly prancing with impatience, he went to draw his money.

Then he hastened to Torpenhow's address and smelt the smell of cooking meats all along the corridors of the chambers.

Torpenhow was on the top floor, and Dick burst into his room, to be received with a hug which nearly cracked his ribs, as Torpenhow dragged him tot he light and spoke of twenty different things in the same breath.
'But you're looking tucked up,' he concluded.
'Got anything to eat ?' said Dick, his eye roaming round the room.
'I shall be having breakfast in a minute.

What do you say to sausages ?' 'No, anything but sausages! Torp, I've been starving on that accursed horse-flesh for thirty days and thirty nights.' 'Now, what lunacy has been your latest ?' Dick spoke of the last few weeks with unbridled speech.