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"Sir," said my companion at last, lifting the battered hat, "I

tender you my apology, and I shall be delighted to eat with you

in the ditch, if you are in the same mind about it?"

"Then you believe me?"

"Indubitably, sir," he answered with a faint smile; "had you

indeed been Sir Maurice, either he or I, and most probably I,

would be lying flat in the road, by this."

So, without more ado, we sat down in the ditch together, side by

side, and began to eat. And now I noticed that when he thought

my eye was upon him, my companion ate with a due deliberation and

nicety, and when he thought it was off, with a voracity that was

painful to witness. And after we had eaten a while in silence,

he turned to me with a sigh.

"This is very excellent cheese!" said he.

"The man from whom I bought it," said I, "called it a noble cheese,

I remember."

"I never tasted one of a finer flavor!" said my companion.

"Hunger is a fine sauce," said I, "and you are probably hungry?"

"Hungry!" he repeated, bolting a mouthful and knocking his hat over

his eyes with a slap on its dusty crown. "Egad, Mr. Vibart! so

would you be--so would any man be who has lived on anything he could

beg, borrow, or steal, with an occasional meal of turnips--in the

digging of which I am become astonishingly expert--and unripe

blackberries, which latter I have proved to be a very trying diet

in many ways--hungry, oh, damme!"

And after a while, when there nothing remained of loaf or cheese

save a few scattered crumbs, my companion leaned back, and gave

another sigh.

"Sir," said he, with an airy wave of the hand, "in me you behold

a highly promising young gentleman ruined by a most implacable

enemy--himself, sir. In the first place you must know my name is

Beverley--"

"Beverley?" I repeated.

"Beverley," he nodded, "Peregrine Beverley, very much at your service

--late of Beverley Place, Surrey, now of Nowhere-in-Particular."

"Beverley," said I again, "I have heard that name before."

"It is highly probable, Mr. Vibart; a fool of that name--fortunate

or unfortunate as you choose to classify him--lost houses, land,

and money in a single night's play. I am that fool, sir, though

you have doubtless heard particulars ere now?"