'Ay—ay,' he replied. 'Yes, I remember you now. I did, I did. Was it good advice, young man?'
'It was, doubtless, very good advice. But I did not take it. What are you doing here?'
'I come to look after my master,' he replied simply.
'Your master? He has kept you in rags and wretchedness. He has given you a starvation wage.'
'Yet he is my master. I have eaten his bread, though it was bitter. I come every day to look after him.'
'Has he no friends? No wife or children to do this for him?'
'His friends were his money bags till he lost them. They were his wife and children as well.'
'Has he no relations—cousins—nephews?'
'Perhaps—he has driven them all away long ago.'
'You are his friend at least.'