"Don't you know me?"

"I did not know you."

"Do you remember that I lived with you last winter for nearly a
month . . . . when the fight with the police took place, and
three were taken away?"

"My brother, that is so. The police do come even under my
hospitable roof!"

"My God! You gave a piece of your mind to the police inspector
of this district!"

"Wouldn't you accept some small hospitality from me? When I
lived with you, you were . . ."

"Gratitude must be encouraged because it is seldom met with. You
seem to be a good man, and, though I don't remember you, still I
will go with you into the public-house and drink to your success
and future prospects with the greatest pleasure."

"You seem always the same . . . Are you always joking?"

"What else can one do, living among you unfortunate men?"

They went. Sometimes the Captain's former customer, uplifted and
unsettled by the entertainment, returned to the dosshouse, and on
the following morning they would again begin treating each other
till the Captain's companion would wake up to realise that he had