have asked the little man to sit down with me, and that he would do without a second's hesitation, so I could not rightly see him maltreated who had broken a crust with me.
He paid no attention to Jem or Paddy at first, but kept his cunning little eye on me.
"And where have you been to-day, O'Ruddy?" he asked.
"Oh," said I, "I accompanied these two to the door in the wall, and when they got through I heard yells fit to make a hero out of a nigger; but you know how stout the bolts are and I couldn't get to them, so I had just to go out of hearing of their bellowings. On the way back I happened to meet an old friend of mine, Father Donovan, and"
Here Paddy, forgetting his good manners, shouted out:
"Thank God there 's a holy father in this hole of perdition; for I know I 'm goin' t' die to-morrow at the latest."
"Stop your nonsense," said I. "You 'll have to hold on to life at least a day longer; for the good father is not coming here until two days are past. You 're more frightened than hurt, and the Doctor here has a lotion that will make you meet the priest as a friend and not as a last counsellor."
"As I was saying. Doctor Chord, I met Father Donovan, and we strolled about the town, so that I have only now just come in. The father is a stranger in London, on a pilgrimage to Rome. And sure I had to show him the sights."
"It was a kindly action of you," said Doctor Chord, pulling the cork of the medicine-bottle. "Get those
