“Compeyson, he looks at me very noticing, and I look at him.

He has a watch and a chain and a ring and a breast-pin and a handsome suit of clothes.

“'To judge from appearances, you're out of luck,' says Compeyson to me.

“'Yes, master, and I've never been in it much.' (I had come out of Kingston Jail last on a vagrancy committal. Not but what it might have been for something else; but it warn't.)

“'Luck changes,' says Compeyson; 'perhaps yours is going to change.'

“I says, 'I hope it may be so.

There's room.'

“'What can you do?' says Compeyson.