"If he is seeking food or shelter, do not turn him away. Give freely
from my purse and larder. It is Christmas Eve. We--"
"I'll step out and see him, Bingle," volunteered Mr. Force, with some
alacrity. "Go ahead with the reading."
"He says he must see you, Mr. Bingle," said Diggs. "He isn't after
halms, sir."
"Ask him to come in and hear the story. I've no doubt he would be
benefitted--"
"Go and see what he wants, Thomas," said Mrs. Bingle. "It may be
important. I am sure Mr. and Mrs. Force will not mind the delay. Will
you?"
"Not at all," said Mrs. Force resignedly.
"I shan't mind, if the rest don't," added Mr. Force, turning an ironic
eye upon the row of servants.
"Well, I'll just step out and see what it's all about," said Mr.
Bingle reluctantly.
"Better see that the chap isn't a bomb-thrower, come to demand money
of you, Bingle," said Force. Mr. Bingle waved his hand airily as he
threaded his way among the chairs. "Does he look like a black-hander,
Diggs?"
"No, sir," replied Diggs. Then he let the truth slip out.
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