"Two days ago," said the boy.
"Is he in bed?"
"Yes, sir. Leastways, he was when I came out. We didn't have no breakfast."
"I am sorry for that. Don't you want to buy something to take to him?"
"If you'll give me a shillin', sir, I'll ask him what he can eat. Sick folks can't eat the same things as the rest of us."
"To be sure. You are right. Well, here's a shilling."
"The boy little thinks that I have known many a time what it is to be without breakfast or money to buy any," thought Tony. "I'll do something for the poor man, if only to show how grateful I am for my own good fortune."
He followed the boy for about ten minutes, until they reached rather a shabby building. This was No. 7.
"Come right up after me," said the boy.
The two went up till they reached the room indicated by Rudolph. The boy pushed the door open.