Come on, Watson." The old man had not picked up the sovereigns thrown at his feet, neither had he thanked the donors.

And on his countenance there was a sour, querulous, resentful expression.
"Must a man be a beggar because he is run over, or because he is half blind ?" said he, turning his dim, wandering eyes painfully towards Arthur.

"Well, I wish I had my dog!" "I will supply his place," said Arthur, soothingly.

"Come, lean on me--heavier; that's right.

You are not so bad,--eh ?" "Um!--the sovereigns!--it is wicked to leave them in the kennel!" Arthur smiled.