something to eat, if you like.”

“I should be glad of it,” said the man.

He was given the chunk of rabbit pie that remained. This he ate greedily. There was something debased, parasitic, about him, which disgusted Henry. The others regarded him as a curiosity.

“That was nice and tasty,” said the tramp, with gusto.

“Do you want a piece of bread ‘n’ cheese?” asked the father.

“It’ll help to fill up,” was the reply.

The man ate this more slowly. The company was embarrassed by his presence, and could not talk. All the men lit their pipes, the meal over.