A well-filled plate was put before the young man, who really could not resist it; and if he could have got rid of the lump in his throat he would have greatly enjoyed it, for such bread, such ham, and such chicken he had never tasted before.
“Will you have a glass of milk?” said Arthur, pouring it out. “I am not going to give you into custody, though a whole army of police should come to take you, because, as you say, you did not mean to hurt me.”
“Thank you, kindly, sir, I’m sure.”
Arthur Knight let the young man go on with his meal in comfort, and then he began to question him.
“Now, which workshop are you in?”
“I ain’t in no workshop at all, sir.”
“What do you do then?”
“Oh! I do odd jobs, and earn a sixpence here and there.”
“I suppose you work for my father?”
“What say, sir?”