"Out Watford way, sir—Abbot's Langley it is."
"Where have you come from?"
"From Leatherhead, sir."
"On foot all the way?"
"Yes, indeed, sir," she said, with a bit of a sigh.
"And with very little food, I warrant?" said he.
"Little indeed, sir."
"Have you any money?"
"Yes, sir—a matter of a few coppers left. I gave what I had to my old mother—she thought she was dying, and sent for me to bring the two little boys to see her—but she's better, sir, and now I'm making for home again."
"Oh, you gave what you had to your mother? Well," said he, deliberately, "I don't know whether what I have will amount to as much, but whatever it is you are welcome to it."