“What do you want?” said Claude, roughly.
“A favour at your hands,” timidly replied the young man.
“What is it?” said Claude.
“Help me with my rations, I have more than I can eat.”
For a moment Claude was taken aback, but without further ceremony he divided the food in two and at once partook of one half.
“Thank you,” said the young man, “and allow me to share my rations with you every day.”
“What is your name?” said Claude.
“Albin.”
“Why are you here?” added Claude.
“I robbed.”