“Over there in the corner,” said the man, scarcely looking up from his papers.
There was a bucket and dipper, and Samuel drank. The taste of the water was a kind of ecstasy to him—he drank until he could drink no more.
Then he stood waiting. “I beg pardon, sir,” he began timidly.
“Hey?” said the man.
“I'm nearly starved, sir. I've had nothing to eat for I don't know how long.”
“Oh!” exclaimed the other. “So that's it. Get out!”
“You don't understand,” began Samuel, perplexed.
“Get out!” cried the man. “That don't go in here. No beggars allowed!”
Beggars! The word struck Samuel like a whip-lash.
“I'm no beggar!” he cried wildly. “I—” And then he stopped. He had been going to say, “I will pay for it.”