Taking another path, ere long he came to some laborers shovelling gravel. These proved to be men employed by Sir John. By them he was directed towards the house, when the knight was pointed out to him, walking bare-headed in the inclosure with several guests. Having heard the rich men of England charged with all sorts of domineering qualities, Israel felt no little misgiving in approaching to an audience with so imposing a stranger. But, screwing up his courage, he advanced; while seeing him coming all rags and tatters, the group of gentlemen stood in some wonder awaiting what so singular a phantom might want.
“Mr. Millet,” said Israel, bowing towards the bare-headed gentleman.
“Ha,—who are you, pray?”
“A poor fellow, sir, in want of work.”
“A wardrobe, too, I should say,” smiled one of the guests, of a very youthful, prosperous, and dandified air.
“Where’s your hoe?” said Sir John.
“I have none, sir.”
“Any money to buy one?”
“Only four English pennies, sir.”
“English pennies. What other sort would you have?”