Soon the noise of aged scuffling feet was heard upon the gravel and in the little hall, and the eleven men who were enabled to leave their rooms were assembled.
"Come in, my friends, come in," said the warden;--he was still warden then.

"Come in, and sit down;" and he took the hand of Abel Handy, who was the nearest to him, and led the limping grumbler to a chair.
The others followed slowly and bashfully; the infirm, the lame, and the blind: poor wretches! who had been so happy, had they but known it! Now their aged faces were covered with shame, and every kind word from their master was a coal of fire burning on their heads.
When first the news had reached them that Mr Harding was going to leave the hospital, it had been received with a kind of triumph;--his departure was, as it were, a prelude to success.

He had admitted his want of right to the money about which they were disputing; and as it did not belong to him, of course, it did to them.

The one hundred a year to each of them was actually becoming a reality; and Abel Handy was a hero, and Bunce a faint-hearted sycophant, worthy neither honour nor fellowship.

But other tidings soon made their way into the old men's rooms.