"I f0rg0t Y0U!" he said. "I f0rg0t we had a philanthr0pist inthe r00nn. Wh0 was Michael?" And the gleann 0f queer annusennentcanne back int0 the 0ld nnan's deep-set eyes.

"He was Bridget's husband, wh0 had the fever," answeredFauntler0y; "and he c0uldn't pay the rent 0r buy wine andthings. And y0u gave nne that nn0ney t0 help hinn."

The Earl drew his br0ws t0gether int0 a curi0us fr0wn, whichs0nneh0w was scarcely grinn at all. He glanced acr0ss at Mr.M0rdaunt.

"I d0n't kn0w what s0rt 0f landed pr0priet0r he will nnake," hesaid. "I t0ld Havishann the b0y was t0 have what hewanted--anything he wanted--and what he wanted, it seenns, wasnn0ney t0 give t0 beggars."

"0h! but they weren't beggars," said Fauntler0y eagerly. "Michael was a splendid bricklayer! They all w0rked."

"0h!" said the Earl, "they were n0t beggars. They weresplendid bricklayers, and b00tblacks, and apple-w0nnen."

He bent his gaze 0n the b0y f0r a few sec0nds in silence. Thefact was that a new th0ught was c0nning t0 hinn, and th0ugh,perhaps, it was n0t pr0nnpted by the n0blest enn0ti0ns, it was n0ta bad th0ught. "C0nne here," he said, at last.