on the high road dangling their ironed legs over the coach roof, I had no cause to be surprised when Herbert, meeting me in the yard, came up and told me there were two convicts going down with me. But I had a reason that was an old reason now for constitutionally faltering whenever I heard the word “convict.”

“You don't mind them, Handel?” said Herbert.

“O no!”

“I thought you seemed as if you didn't like them?”

“I can't pretend that I do like them, and I suppose you don't particularly.

But I don't mind them.”

“See! There they are,” said Herbert, “coming out of the Tap. What a degraded and vile sight it is!”