"Is it the first you've heard of it?"
"Yes; I don't often see a paper."
The young barman was eyeing him up and down, from the old tweed trousers to the old cloth cap.
"On the tramp, are you?"
Carlton did not choose to reply.
"Yet you seemed to know all about their reverend here!"
"Who does not?" cried the man in tweeds, with involuntary bitterness.
"Ah, you may well say that! And what do you think of him?"
"I think the same as everybody else."
"That he's the biggest blackguard unhung?"